Who’s This God Person Anyway?
…asked Oolon Colluphid in a book from his blockbuster trilogy questioning the existence and highlighting the general futility of such a concept.
I concur, but partly. I’m not an atheist. It’s just that I don”t believe in idle worship or idol worship. I DO believe in a higher power though. I think of this higher power as a force that binds everything together. Not the Newtonian or Van Der Waal kinds. Those are simply manifestations.
The point I’m making is, it’s all interconnected (maybe something that fits in with the concept of Karma). Bad stuff has happened in my life, but on so many occasions it has all just come together beautifully at the end of that phase. (These phases are ascribed terms like “saade-saati“, used by astrologers to describe a period of life when you seem to be having a totally shit time.) The way these phases segued into wonderful periods of blooming happiness is quite similar to the way a casually dropped cowpat becomes manure, fertilizes a patch of ground and hey presto, a flower. And just as there is a science, an explanation for why the ground gets fertilized and allows the flower to bloom, I believe there is a science behind how those days, months or even years of bad events resolve themselves into peace and clarity.
And destiny? Sure I believe in destiny. But then, why bother living if your life is like a book with all pages printed and ready to go? That’s because the business of living, struggling, celebrating, enjoying each moment is the same as turning the pages of that book. If you refuse to make the effort to turn a page, you will remain where you are. Dull and lifeless. Those are the people about whom the world whispers “Had potential. Don’t know where he went wrong.” Maybe you were destined to be dull and lifeless, in which case the subsequent pages of your book would be blank or wouldn’t exist. But how will you know if you don’t make the effort, eh?
Fucked up, I know.
I’m aware I pen this perspective from the narrow and selfish confines of my own life. That is because I don’t have the time, a better informed opinion, nor the intellectual capacity to ponder upon a generalized phenomenon that explains life in its myriad inanities. Some may argue that this myopic view nullifies the validity of my beliefs. But my beliefs aren’t open to questioning if they aren’t stepping on your toes.
Moreover, I think of my beliefs as empirical observations. It would be great if these were proven true but even if they never are, I don’t care.
Whatever rocks my boat.