The last five weeks of my life have been spent attempting to acclimatize myself with foreign surroundings. For all those foolish enough to believe that the world doesn’t revolve around me and therefore have not kept in touch, I moved to the state of Utah to finish my high school career. The change has been drastic, to say the least. Many hours have been spent fretting over passports, visas and applications. Many more hours have been spent engaging my mind with homework assignments that I forgot existed after a wonderful summer of idleness. Yet more hours have found themselves wasted away in some arbitrary basketball court or weightlifting gym.
Time has been a luxury that has evaded me constantly and without mercy. My blog has unfortunately become the unfair recipient of neglect. While it has indeed been tough to keep up with such an endeavor that requires a certain passion which my chaotic schedule does not allow, this is merely an excuse. It’s the easy way out of a bigger problem that my conscience does not wish to address. The bigger problem is that my fervor for this cause that my heart knows is worth the exhaustion has waned in the face of other, far less important, areas of life that I am regrettably forced to engage in.
I have found myself lethargic when contemplating the matters of God after a full day of deliberating far more important things such as push ups, compound sentences, and what I should have for lunch. This has contributed to my lack of contribution in the “fight” for intellectual freedom against religious dogma.
Every time a friend or loved one presents me with anything that even vaguely hints toward a religious topic, I go off on an hour-long rant. The monologue my unfortunate friend has found himself immersed in is merely the product of weeks of neglect to a topic my heart longs to scream about for days on end. Overcompensation is how the medical world would diagnose it. These rants aren’t even well articulated or thought through. They are fueled by the excess passion which hasn’t been directed where it should.
I won’t go into too much detail when describing what particular event sparked the flame in my heart that I feared had gone out. However, this I will say: it has come from a place that is responsible for so many other sparks of fascination, love, discovery, and companionship that I thought were exclusive to those who actually deserved such blessings.
All it took was the introduction to a very well written book to remind me of my purpose. It gave my very soul reason to persist in something far bigger than myself. Reading through the initial words I was reminded that success is a journey and not a destination. In this journey we are all faced with the road bumps that adversity throws at us. But, it is how we deal with these set-backs that determines our character and purpose in life. The book’s preface reminded me that what I was doing, however small in the grand scheme of things, was indeed worth engaging in.
The world and its inhabitants would be far better off without the absurdities and evils of religion. In the past month or so I convinced myself that the problem would fix itself and that it really wasn’t that big of a deal. While I am still very confident in the human race and have faith that one day we will shed this most unnecessary of creations, I also realize that I must be the change I want to see in the world. In being that, I must promote it. All it took was for the sunshine in my life to unknowingly reignite the burning flame in my soul.
Time has been a luxury that has evaded me constantly and without mercy. My blog has unfortunately become the unfair recipient of neglect. While it has indeed been tough to keep up with such an endeavor that requires a certain passion which my chaotic schedule does not allow, this is merely an excuse. It’s the easy way out of a bigger problem that my conscience does not wish to address. The bigger problem is that my fervor for this cause that my heart knows is worth the exhaustion has waned in the face of other, far less important, areas of life that I am regrettably forced to engage in.
I have found myself lethargic when contemplating the matters of God after a full day of deliberating far more important things such as push ups, compound sentences, and what I should have for lunch. This has contributed to my lack of contribution in the “fight” for intellectual freedom against religious dogma.
Every time a friend or loved one presents me with anything that even vaguely hints toward a religious topic, I go off on an hour-long rant. The monologue my unfortunate friend has found himself immersed in is merely the product of weeks of neglect to a topic my heart longs to scream about for days on end. Overcompensation is how the medical world would diagnose it. These rants aren’t even well articulated or thought through. They are fueled by the excess passion which hasn’t been directed where it should.
I won’t go into too much detail when describing what particular event sparked the flame in my heart that I feared had gone out. However, this I will say: it has come from a place that is responsible for so many other sparks of fascination, love, discovery, and companionship that I thought were exclusive to those who actually deserved such blessings.
All it took was the introduction to a very well written book to remind me of my purpose. It gave my very soul reason to persist in something far bigger than myself. Reading through the initial words I was reminded that success is a journey and not a destination. In this journey we are all faced with the road bumps that adversity throws at us. But, it is how we deal with these set-backs that determines our character and purpose in life. The book’s preface reminded me that what I was doing, however small in the grand scheme of things, was indeed worth engaging in.
The world and its inhabitants would be far better off without the absurdities and evils of religion. In the past month or so I convinced myself that the problem would fix itself and that it really wasn’t that big of a deal. While I am still very confident in the human race and have faith that one day we will shed this most unnecessary of creations, I also realize that I must be the change I want to see in the world. In being that, I must promote it. All it took was for the sunshine in my life to unknowingly reignite the burning flame in my soul.
