I guess I have changed a bit by a bit, like rain drops fall on a stubborn rock. I no longer feel guilty or I should have or should do something.
I did cuz I could, and I am doing cuz I need it for some reason I may not know for now. It is like eating meat, it is not what I want to do, nor the way do I want to live my life, but instead of criticizing my behavior, I want to understand and instead of focusing on what I should be doing otherwise, I first want to talk to my needs that made me do so.
I do not want to feel I am a sinner of any sort.
I guess people had to create a religion that’s been developed around the concept of sin, because this is exactly how we, as a human race have felt about ourselves, thus came the repent, forgiveness or punishment.
No, I do not believe in punishment. Instead, I believe in innocence.
I now really feel humble. The never-failing recipe for misery is to think or believe that you are better than others, because nobody is truly better than anybody. When I stumble in this game that’s created to feed the ego because sometimes we really feel helpless and fearful, we are
drifted away from the source, and thus go we wonder.
That’s what I saw in Islam. The minute you say your religion is the BEST, there you took a recipe to the misery. I remember my father quoting what Dalai Lama said in his autobiography, “If we have 6 billion people in the world, we need 6 billion different religions. And I couldn’t agree more.’
p.s With the unexpeced internet cut, I am uploadngthe article I fished last night.