Kelsi | 23 | Floridian | Married | Art
I’m at that point in my life when I am finally questioning everything. Everything I was personally taught comes from such a loving place, but what is fact and what is folklore? My family are wonderful examples of how to live the “intended” Christian lifestyle. Always loving, always forgiving, always solid in their morals. They’re good, good people. And truly good people! Not just categorized as “good” because they follow the rules. But I’m also a product of that. I think I’m a good person. Yet I still don’t fit that mold… religiously, I mean. My mom is going to be so upset… I think the Bible is a good mix of fiction and nonfiction. I believe Jesus was a real person who had truly been born for a reason. He knew his purpose from day one. He was to show us what we were all capable of, living well and loving others. I believe he did have special abilities, otherwise the corruption that is humankind wouldn’t have given him a second glance! Much less listened to him. He was a holy man. But that can mean different things to different people. I believe in science too though, evolution. I believe most of these biblical stories were to be taken figuratively. Like “old fill-in-the-blank-about-the-origin proverbs”. Still true to their core, when applied to your life in the ways YOU need it. I believe whatever higher power there is, isn’t capable of anything negative. I’m not sure if it’s even a personified version of anything. I believe we are what creates evil in the world, not something plotting in an actual destination called Hell. I think Hell is what you make it. It could very well be a mindset or a negative place you’ve put yourself in life. I very much think people were a lot less intelligent or open to suggestion back then. Advice was given in story form to keep their attention. I believe that mental health science (among others) can explain a lot of things away. Ex: Religions+Mental Illness=Possession. Mentally Ill now believes whole-heartedly that they are possessed by a demon or something. Mentally Ill+Exorcism=Healed. Mentally Ill now believes whole-heartedly that they are healed. Placebo effect? What if it only works because the mentally ill believe it will work? I believe in karma. Energy is a real thing and it’s being expelled all the time. It doesn’t seem religious or magical to me. What is prayer if not simply putting out positive energy? And stress relief? But by the same token, who’s to say everyone’s religion isn’t real? Who’s to argue if someone can believe in something that brings them positivity in life, that it isn’t real? It’s real to them, and that’s what makes it real. The mind is a powerful thing, that’s a cliché little saying for a reason. Anyone with panic attacks or depression (raises hand) for example can tell you that your brain can make a lot of things a reality. What if people everywhere are accidentally all serving the same god? What if god is just this big ball of happy something that just wants humans to do well for each other? A large majority of religions are all after the same things. Enlightenment, happiness, a full life. I’ve never been happier than I am right now with my spirituality. Simply because I’ve accepted what I believe and not what the majority wants me to believe. If I believed the majority, that would be okay too. As long as I truly and honestly followed that path, and if it would make me happy, that’s what religion is supposed to be about. Happiness. And bringing out the best in everyone. Too many people believe something for a reward when we die, or for the fear of the polar opposite. How is that a way to live? Practicing self-discipline is a necessity all throughout life, but don’t back yourself into a corner. Right? What is your purpose in life if that’s all you’re capable of? Following rules other humans wrote about your god thousands of years ago? Who’s to say “heaven” isn’t where we all go anyway once we’re finished living it up here? I also don’t dismiss the possibility of reincarnation if we eff up one life and this “god” wants us to experience and learn more before we’re finished. Or maybe our souls call the shots while we are totally unaware. Hell if I know (ha). But that’s another essay on another day. I think religion has been manipulated. Do what makes you happy and do what’s right. That’s what I’m here for at least… developing my belief system over the course of a year or two and keeping it all to myself has made me want to share. Human nature. But I’m still open minded. I’m not trying to change anyone’s views here and I’m certainly no studious philosophical scholar or anything remotely close to it. Just… inquisitive? I wanted to put my spirituality and my thoughts out there just to feel good for doing it. Judge me.