I believe that I don’t necessarily need to be Roman Catholic and go to mass everyday Sunday.I don’t necessarily need to kneel and pray. I don’t necessarily need to preach, to listen, to immerse myself to something that is, according to other people, the right way of living. I don’t necessarily need to have a religion, a way of life, a goal, an ultimate goal, a reason to keep me going, an inspiration, true and genuine inspiration. I don’t necessarily need to believe what the bible says and in the same light, any other writing that is claimed to be an account of god. I don’t necessarily need to believe in apparitions, in miracles, exorcism, and in holy places. I don’t necessarily need to believe that there is an end to this world and that if I live rightly, I will be saved. I don’t necessarily need to believe in anything.
When I look outside my window and see the glowing bright stars synchronized with the calming sounds of the crickets, realizing that I’m under one big sky which is under one big galaxy, which is under anything that man haven’t discovered yet and other people from different places, different time zones, different perspectives are looking at the exact same sky with me, I feel that I’m just a spec in the universe. A tiny little spec whose weight and mass is literally insignificant to the galaxy. A tiny little spec whose life may not matter to millions of people on the other side of the world.
But even if I’m just a tiny little spec,why do I still feel significant, valuable, unique, and important?
What is the source of all this meaning? Who is the source?
When I see two rainbows mingling with each other or a wonderful sky where the clouds seem to spell my name or are shaped like a dog, a cat, a peacock, a kangaroo, a unicorn, a whale, I realize that no person existing and ever existed could ever do such thing.
But it has been done nonetheless.
Who did that?
When I close my eyes and amidst the darkness I can still see, and more often that not, clearer than with my eyes open, who gives me such sight?
What is that force we feel when we hug a person?
What is that energy that moves a person because of a touching song?
What makes writers write and singers sing? What makes the body move to a certain beat?
What makes me write the next word?
It must be God