I’m not a particularly religious man. It’s not hard to to see why with a background so buried in the quest for knowledge. It’s just surprising that of all things, many people even those closest to me don’t seem to understand how far I have stood away from the belief of religion.
But I don’t mind. Somehow, I do understand why people tend to want to take for granted that another person has to believe in the idea of a higher power. Who wouldn’t anyway? After all, we are mere mortals, bound by the laws of this physical reality, blessed and cursed with free will. How could we not seek a way to make sense of the emptiness that we are born into? How can we not afford to have some kind of belief structure that gives us some form of solice against the cold dark?
Maybe that’s the difference between those that choose to seek truth in religion and those that turn away from it. Sometimes against all that makes sense to some people, some of us can actually afford to have something that gives us a peace of mind against a reality of our own twisted making.
The way I see it, there are two kind of laws in life. The ones that exist beyond our control and the ones that we make. You can’t do anything with the first law. They were there before we even existed. They govern everything in this physical reality and while perhaps bent, they can’t be broken. They are absolute and the baseline for everything that has been and will be.
Laws we make, laws that govern the order of human society, that can always be broken. That which we make can always be destroyed. That which we build a life on, will always have a choice in the matter. Religion is part of that second law. Religion and the belief in the laws laid down by a religion is a choice. One that can be broken. One that can be destroyed.
Yet we bind ourselves so tightly to laws that inhibit the way we funtion. We continously choose an option that takes away all our options. For what? Peace of mind? Fear of an unknown retribution? A simpler life?
Maybe it’s just me but what I get from all this is, is that human beings don’t have the capacity nor the will to be free. We have always lived in caves in the past and we continue to do so in the future of our own minds. We are and have been fearful of the vast expanse of self-aware nothingness that we forgot that we actually have a choice to do something about it.
Instead, we bury ourselves in our paranoid sense of peace that some architype parent figure will rescue us from a world we didn’t want to be born in. We’re so obsessed in rushing to what comes after we “kick off” that we don’t care about the fact that we still can make with the things now should we choose to walk out of our delusional caves.
It’s smart. It’s been there for so long, I almost didn’t realize it. We as human beings impose all the rules on ourselves because we can’t trust ourselves to be free. Because being free means finding a purpose and reason in your own life that is of your own without boundaries or laws save for the ones that existed before you.
That’s why the Gods of religion exists. It’s easier to believe in something else that you have no control over than believing that even miracles can be accomplished by you should you know choose to explore past what you have seen so far in life. No human being is that brave to stand on his own. No human being is that strong a person.
Then again, that’s just me and why I’m not religious at all. But after all…it is Hari Raya. So in the spirit of all things that are being celebrated. Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri to all who celebrate and to everyone else enjoying the holidays. Get some rest folks. The world after all is still turning.