"The Prophet said, 'Those whose hearts are like the hearts of birds will enter Paradise."
Lately, I've been thinking a lot about my spirituality. I believe in God. I believe that God is everywhere, but at the same time, he is nowhere. He cares about his creations, but will do nothing to help them. I believe in the Earth because God has given her life and a purpose, to nurse and to nurture. I believe in positive thought, but not answered prayers. If I want something, God cannot simply grant it to me-- I must work for it.
I know I am a hypocrite. I claim Love and Acceptance, but have a hard time accepting people who claim the same thing but do not act on it. Does this mean that I am becoming one of them, like one of the "stereotypical Christians." I love everything they do not love, but I do not accept their intolerance. I am intolerant of intolerance.
Everything is a paradox.
But I have always wanted to be a bird, so now I must strive to have a heart like a bird. I do not desire to enter Paradise-- I believe I'm going in the ground when I die, to become sustanance for the life that will continue on after me. I don't necessarily want to be remembered worldwide for any great deeds (unless you consider being the leader of the social revolution and dying a martyr a great deed), but simply as a good person by the people I love.
But how can I be a good person when I cannot accept entirely? I can be tolerant, but that is not accepting.
"May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect."
Everything is a contradiction. Everything is uncertain.
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