Almost everyone around me associates themselves with a religion. I, however, do not. I don’t consider myself in any way, shape or form, religious. I think that the best way to describe my belief system would be that I am a spiritual person. But don’t get me wrong, I am very aware of the different religions out there and I try my best to learn about them; I may even take a little of what I learn and align it with what I believe. In other words there’s a little bit in each religion I’ve learned about that I hold with me.
I feel that my choice not to be affiliated with one religion gives me the ability to be religiously free. I don’t think there is a right or wrong religion, I don’t think that there is any belief that is wrong. I actually respect the differences in people’s beliefs. I try to understand why they believe what they do rather than try to tell them that they are wrong.
I remember when I was in College I had an art class–but we didn’t draw anything and that upset me! I was tricked because no one told me it was an art history class (bore, bore, snoozefest, cue in the snoring). I remember specifically learning about the Greeks and Romans and all of this stuff about the way they lived and how they captured their lifestyles in their art. I remember little things about why their sculptures were the way that they were and so on and so forth. I remember one day the topic of religion came up and my professor talked about Jesus on the cross. My sign language interpreter made just about every face in the book and kept shaking her head and adding “that’s wrong” or “that’s not true” whenever my professor would explain a “textbook fact” about Jesus.
There was one comment that she made that has stuck with me through all of these years because I remember thinking to myself, “I don’t care about what’s wrong, I just care about what the professor is saying because that is what’s going to be on the test and I need to pass this class.”
When my professor mentioned the shape of the cross and how Jesus was positioned on it, she said it was a plus-sign shape and Jesus’ arms were stretched out on his sides. my interpreter who was a Jehovah’s Witness said to me in sign language, “that’s not true, that’s the stupid Catholic belief. In the real bible–my bible–it states that the cross was in fact not a ‘plus sign type-shape’ but it was actually a ‘x shape’ with another piece going straight down in the middle. His hands weren’t stretched out across the cross either, his hands were actually tied up above his head because think about it, if you hang someone up on a ‘plus sign shaped’ cross with their hands stretched out, gravity would cause their body to fall and possibly detach from their arms and the cross would fall forward, whereas if it was positioned the way it shows in my bible, Jesus would have had more support. Plus, it makes more sense that way”
I remember looking at her feeling a growing pang of annoyance. I couldn’t immediately determine if I was more annoyed by the fact that she was telling me this, or if I was more annoyed by the fact that since she started telling me this my professor possibly switched topics three or four times, or if I was annoyed with the fact that she seriously called another person’s belief stupid. It’s a belief system as far as I am concerned, none of it is proven facts.
The bible has been repeatedly altered throughout the years to match the evolving times so what right does anyone have to say what is wrong or right?
I believe in the power of love, freedom and respect.
My grandparents are Jehovah’s witnesses, I have an uncle who is a converted Muslim (If thats the proper termonology), I have aunts who are Catholic, a whole family of Christians whether they are devout or not, I have friends who are Atheist, I know people who are Protestant, I know people who practice Hinduism, and with that being said me, not being affiliated with any religion makes it easier for me to absorb everyone’s belief.
It also makes it easier for me to see people for who they are beyond their choice of religion, or their choice of lifestyle like being Gay, for an example. (Let me just say, I don’t like using the term “homosexual” I feel it’s just as offensive as the word “Faggot” which I don’t use either; I prefer to use terms like Gay, Lesbian, Bi-sexual, Transgender etc.)
If you’re human and you happen to be Gay–as long as you are not going around killing people or harming other people in any way–I love and respect you (that goes for anyone, whether you’re gay or not). Why is it a problem that you love someone who happens to be the same gender as you? As long as you found love, and you are happy nothing else matters. I don’t feel like being Gay is a “sin” I don’t believe that being Gay is even wrong; I honestly see nothing wrong with being Gay. I hear the saying “people should be fruitful and multiply” but some people don’t want children (even ” straight” couples) and children are expensive as hell…I know this from experience. I’ve heard the saying “God made Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve.” Man, listen, God made, Adam, Eve, Steve, Shaquana, Taquan, Richie, Raul, Maria, Su yung and all of them, if you believe that God made all of us, right?
A belief system is a belief system, and I want to share with you my belief system. In addition to believing in love, freedom and respect, I also believe there’s a reason why everything happens and people die (before they get old). This might be a little confusing but I will try my best to make as much sense as possible.
Okay, so, everyone has a different walk of life, everyone goes through different things and everyone turns out to be who they are. Why? Because every walk of life teaches people different things that could either help them grow or give them knowledge that they could pass on and potentially plant a seed in another person who would then have the power to change the world. We all go through different things in order to polish us and groom us so that we could be functioning human beings–life to me is all about learning. We all turn out to be the way we are so that other people could learn from us and experience some inner growth. We need other human beings to survive, is what I believe.
I believe that if you wronged someone in any way–and if you are religious it’s always a good thing to ask for forgiveness from your God–but even if you are not, it’s also a good thing to face the person or people you’ve wronged and ask them for forgiveness as well. Give people and yourself a peace of mind to be able to grow and move through life as smoothly as possible without carrying the weight of being angry or resentful.
Is this confusing? I hope you at least get the gist of what I’m trying to say because my belief behind death might be a little more confusing.
When people are faced with a tough situation they tend to pray on it to their God. I pray to any loved one of mine that passed away. In most cases I pray to my Uncle Tony. I ask him to look over me and I ask him for clarity. I ask him to give me signs that I am walking the path I’m meant to walk and he always comes through for me. It gives me comfort because I actually know my uncle, I know what his voice sounds like, I know his personality. I know what faces he might make if I ask for something ridiculous like if he could find a way to make it so that when I wake up in the morning, a million dollars would be sitting on my nightstand. I know his laugh so when I think of something funny I can hear it. I know him personally.
Which brings me to my reasoning as to why he and many other people passed and still pass away “before their time”. I believe that each death has its purpose.
I was too young to understand what–if anything–was going on in my family around the time that Tony passed away but I do remember feeling like my family became closer after his death. I remember feeling like everyone was checking in on everyone often and everyone was helping everyone out more often. So, I think that the reason he had to pass away was to wake my family up and to make them aware that even though on the outside we may look healthy, we might be fighting internal battles (diseases or otherwise) and we need someone to reach out to us and help us because we may not always be too forthcoming when we need help. I think it’s safe to assume that my family also learned to appreciate the gift of life and became more driven to achieve their goals being that Tony was in his late 30’s when he passed away. He was very young.
I’m currently twenty-six years old and will be turning twenty-seven at the end of the year and I want to do so much with my life, I have so many ideas but I don’t know where to start. I started this Blog with hopes of figuring that out. I have to admit that I feel a little impatient because I am not where I want to be, but I do believe that when it’s my time to put all of my ideas in motion, I will do so with a bang with the help of Uncle Tony and other humans in my life or who I will eventually cross paths with.