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I Believe in My Beliefs.

To believe in God or in a guiding force because someone tells you to, is the height of stupidity. We are given senses to receive our information within. With our own eyes we see, and with our own skin we feel. With our own intelligence it is intended that we understand. But, each person must puzzle it out for himself or herself.

                 A few days ago, as I was trying to Google away some free time, I came across this quote by Sophy Burnham, and it got me thinking. Really, how many of us form our belief systems based on our personal opinions and experiences? Don't the majority of us rely on what has been passed down to us  from generations? Our belief in God, our belief in the various religious customs and rituals that we perform at various stages in our life, are mostly based on what we have absorbed from  our parents. Seldom do we break free of the conventional beliefs to form those based on our independent judgements.
        Of course, there are some…

The past and the present.

   She lies on the stiff hospital bed, moaning in pain. There is a far away look in her tired eyes as she calls out to her dead mother.  I can actually feel her mother  waiting patiently for her to join her in paradise!
         I extend my hand to stroke her forehead, gently pushing  the stray strands of hair away from her face. I stroke her hair, speaking softly to her as I do so. But, I know, nothing that I do will give her any comfort anymore. These are but her last moments; it's just a matter of time before she leaves the world forever. Leaves the suffering forever. 
        I keep stroking her forehead, hoping she drifts off into a peaceful sleep and enjoys some moments free of  pain.  And, all this while, as I stand there by her bedside, watching her slip away, I feel bombarded by memories of our past - her and mine. Memories sweet and sour. Mostly sour. Her domineering nature, her dreadful illness which sucked the life out of her... out of us. The constant fear that clung to…