This is a personal reflection; it has been some time since I use a mirror. It’s getting old.
Christmas is coming and the atmosphere is nobody’s business. It’s a reunion, reconciliation, a way of redemption. I am seeking way out from own addictive on and hell. This has been troublesome as I gave the way to the intruder to partake the communion. It’s an old past controversial sin. There is no way to be found out of this dry desert it’s the problem with the desert itself.
But I wouldn’t talk so much about this, it’s private. It’s mine and I am here to conquer.
Seemingly, this world is alone and people get to do thing alone. Some people enjoy the solitary reflection and time to be just alone for nothing, as if it is a trend or business. But it wouldn’t matter to me; I just want to write a letter now.
Here it goes.
Dear K;
I know it has been tough to try to blame you for the disasters that have been happening around, as if there is no power to protect. For goodness sake, there are still people who chose to believe something so mundane and normal to an extent that that they think their live is not affected by any unknown source. I am not sure if you are really blaming yourself for all that crap, I mean the world still goes around and someone’s brother may not be fighting with their siblings again. At least, there is peace, a second or minutes.
Recently, I observed, in a mall, that some religious figure trying to ask for donation in an indirect way. Say, for example (maybe it is not so much an example, it’s a fact), the religious figure, from the inside out, approaching a particular person that is shopping for something, hooked up on some ingredients details of some products. And the first act of this person is giving some sort of protective bracelet or artifact as a sign of protection, a sign of presence of power, of god. Then, one is asked to write name on a booklet and donate. Many would then try to run their life out of this embarrassing situation. And others, just give, anyhow, it is just a note.
Then some replied in saying that “I believe in Christ”, like a membrane that separate people according to their beliefs and thoughts. Well, what I am trying to say is that no doubt there are many people believing in Christ, from the ugly one to the beautiful, (those ugly one get beautiful when they believe and those who are already beautiful stays in their teenage dream, well, not so much a dream, but teenage reality doesn’t sound correct, no people enjoy their teenage time when it is real and happening) somehow, I think that phrase makes them even more progressive in their notion. It is a faith not based on artifacts; it’s an invisible, omnipresent confidence someone used to be and is still there. Nevertheless, the action yielded by this, is sometimes does not reflects the particular belief. No doubt, when people is working or engaged in physical activities in terms of conversational discussion or accomplishing a task, they don’t look like they are religious person, holding on something firm, but rather just a simple, volatile and normal individual, existed.
The reason that I wrote about this is not trying to be judgmental or making this entry more religious and carry some insightful thoughts. Somehow, I find this occurrence very humorous and funny. I can’t stop laughing, thinking about it.
Another thing is that I discovered the brightest way to stay away or solve this embarrassing moment is to completely ignore him or her, not replying him or her and don’t even mention that you are a Christian. (Of course, the best way is to dress in a Muslim costume, all wrapped up, then he would be scared of the sacredness and the observance. The costume plays a role of setting apart the boundaries and creates spaces of imagination, restricting growth, truly inorganic). Anyhow, people don’t like to be ignored because by being ignored, it reminds them that they are unknown (which in fact they are, no offend). People don’t scare of dying, but being erased from the memories of the people. This might be the possible reason why solitary man or woman couldn’t care less if they are dying, because memories of them does not exist elsewhere, or it is rather a depressing thing to think that. Perhaps, what is left over on earth is the heritage of memories, of being used to be present, to be there before someone. Jesus has done a great job in this.
Well, people do need peace. After leaving this place, it may be a quiet place out there or a disco stuffed with black eyed peas. But who cares, nothing is physical. Physical doesn’t hurt.