Believing in

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Belief— an inherited concept that often regulates our life; from our infancy to the last moment of our breath. But do we believe in something that is planted in our mind, or do we simply follow our ancestors’ footsteps cause it’s comfortable when debates arise?

Whatever it may be, believer or non-believer, we all come to a point when we can’t deny that believing in something makes our life easier as it gives us a ground to pass on the excuses. Please note that the “belief” here is rooted in the existence of God.

Believing in the Creator, the benevolent one, there are countless debates— it was in the past and still going strong in the present, and there will be in the future; no doubt. But nobody has ever come to a reasonable conclusion; not even the holy books; at least not by the visual existence.

Still, we believe in Him— we believe in his existence even that is beyond our visual capability. We believe in his power and that’s what makes our life easier— as mentioned earlier, we have someone to blame when something goes wrong. Although He asked us to blame ourselves for our individual actions, we just can’t help.

Being a non-believer has its perks.

Camus says when we can’t believe in anything, then everything becomes possible yet unimportant.

So, would you be content knowing that your perception of possibility is unimportant to others? But, it’s evident that everything doesn’t have to be important— sometimes trivial matters give us the most joy, feasting our eyes with blissful comfort; a little waterdrop at the tip of grass holds the entire universe in it as a reflection— so insignificant yet so enjoyable and also, a possibility.

So, let’s start believing in our existence, our surroundings. Probably it will make it easier to believe in our Creator, His grandeur.

Let’s agree on a point of the most obvious without being fictitious. Let’s enquire what truth lies in our pensive life— drowned in serious thoughts.

Let’s decode the human language and rewrite it with humanity, strip it of its cruelty, defects, and fallacy.

Perhaps we will find who we are, what our purposes here are— and only then we can focus on where the emphasis should be. At least it will prevent us from making the same mistake of adopting the absolution; loving the impossible. That’d be the first step towards attaining excellence— creating a thin line between inheritance and perseverance.

Let it be.

[repurposed from previous]