This is a declaration of my Independence.
Words put in verse,
to celebrate my emancipation.
This is a celebration for reason,
of my liberation of superstition.
In the month they wish to call their own.
I harden my heart, ready to face it ... feeling but never alone.
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| It's that time of year again. |
Something Golden.
It has been more than a year now since I decided that I was no longer a practicing Muslim. Since then I have greeted the beginning of Ramadan in one year and lived to greet it and all its challenges again in the following. If I have learned anything in the past year it is that sometimes there can be nothing more "sacred" than the ideas that put fire in our stomachs every morning when we wake up, the ideas that give us the strength to carry on. I have learned to embrace this through the many sacrifices that I made during my first year of being a free-thinker.
We live in a world where ideas unpopular within the majority are often crucified and obedience is prided over individuality. Reflecting on this I often find myself wondering whether the pursuit of free-thought is even worth it in the end. Why am I going through all this trouble when I could just conform? Doesn't the nail that sticks out eventually get hammered?
It is simply because if no one cares deeply enough about making a stand then nothing will ever change. All it takes for our civilization to make the plunge back to the dark ages is for good rational people to stand by and do nothing. I want to show them that they don't own me and that i'm not going to be broken by the will of their superstitions.
I know that most of the time people won't get me. I understand that I will have to hide my true colors from mostly everyone I know despite the continuous beating in my untamed chest urging me to scream it out loud and proud. "Hey have you heard the good news, we do not have to take any of this seriously. We are all free humans, every last one of us !!!"
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| We live among you, we have the same rights as you and we're here to stay. |
And to me that is worth more than a decade of fasting and prayer.
The beliefs (or lack of beliefs) that I have chosen are very important to me and I have come to the conclusion that In order to protect my very own well being I have to stand up for them and that involves bringing me at odds with the people I love and even the people I hate. I feel that it is definitely worth it in the end. The juice is worth the squeeze.
Perspectives.
Whenever I look at the month of Ramadan as a whole it builds on my personal conviction that I can never bring myself to accept the notion that we humans have some form of privileged position given to us by an anthropomorphic creator in the sky. Just by our observations alone we can conclude that this is a universe definitely not made for us.
Why would the greatest being of all time, the supposed creator of the Cosmos require begging, pleading and sobbing in his name. Why would he prefer to pay extra attention during a random set of 30 days (out of 365 days) built on by the lunar cycle of a random planet orbiting a random star lost within some backwater part of the Universe 'he' created. It doesn't make any sense. It just isn't in proportion when we take a step back and look at what is out there.
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| Can you here that, it's the sound of the Universe not giving a fuck. But hey at least there is no sky daddy to tell you what to do. |
So you can understand when so many of my peers are proudly greeting this month with feeble expressions of joy and happiness I can only look at them with buried contempt and do my part in one way or another to some day make things different. Instead of just hoping for things to change I must take the first step in trying to make a difference.
I may explore this train of thought again in upcoming vlogs and blog entries, but until then my friend keep thinking and live well.
Sincerely,
SonOfTerra92
