Waiting For The Light

“Regions submerged in interminable martyrdom, through the unending silence: Pablo Neruda.” These were the words of one of the greatest poets of 20th century. A poet whose writings were greatly influenced by the Spanish civil war.

There is a that feeling, you know, like you’re at the edge of the world, though it doesn’t exist, but you feel as if you are just one step away from dissolving into infinity. A fading nothingness. What would really happen if you do take one extra step, would all your worries be dissolved or would there be a greater chaos in the aftermath. I never understood the fascination with suicide, at least not in my young days, but it all seems so blurry now. All on the edge of the world. Every single good man is just one bad day away from becoming the evil he so badly despises.

Same applies to religion, a good lie should make you question the truth. Religion. It’s the most overrated thing humanity has ever created. The greatest lie. Seneca once said that religion is regarded by the common people as true, by the wise as false, and by the rulers as useful.

When I was young, all of it was so clear to me, right from wrong, good from evil, rationality from crazy, you know, I’m not so sure any more. What is my stance on God? If only God knew. I’m like a water drop that doesn’t believes in the ocean its part of. We are humans and we are born with our faults. But then life happened, life, a pathetic cocktail of random events, of strange emotions, of strange obsessions. Running from your reality isn’t rebuilding your life. Hiding and starting over, that’s not living. So many say start over but start over as what? With another religion?

We live in a country where we worship animals and stones over ideals. It’s a country where everything one advocates philosophy, just not principles. Why is it OK for you to not like hockey but weird if I don’t like cricket? Why am I supposed to follow whatever the filth trend you call music but you get an exempt from classic music?

I really don’t give a fuck whether you believe otherwise. I don’t care for your religion. In your house, you can be Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Sikh, Jew, Jain and what not. But the moment you get out on the streets, you are a human being, not some little minion who is dictated by its beliefs. If we can’t even understand that, then we really deserve to be ruled by this charlatans who call themselves our leader. We are the one who enable them, they are not the ones to be blamed. We are so fucking ignorant of our shit. If I start talking about religion and how I abhor it, I guess I could write a book, rambling reasons after reasons, and facts after facts, yet I won’t shake anyone’s faith, because just as I said, we are strange followers.

The world should not be divided based on land, color, beliefs or stigmas but rather based on our common sense. All the idiots in one side, even dumber people in another class, people with decent common sense as mediators and pessimistic asshole like me in complete isolation. I’m a mean person. I’m a pessimistic atheist, the worst kind of reasoner you can ever come across. Sometimes twenty-four year olds can make you question your entire belief system. We’re just too hypocritical to believe that. How the hell can our creation know more than us, right?

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