Today in science we learned that you can never gain cold, you can only have an absence of heat; and it made me think that maybe hatred doesn’t exist, and there’s only an absence of love.
As I daydreamed about the conversations I might have when traveling home and visiting family over the holidays, my mind drifted to some conversations I have had with my extended family having to do with whether I was attending church or not. I was raised Catholic in a pretty religious family, and I think my parents did a great job teaching me to be a responsible human along with this religious system. With that said, I stopped going to church when I realized that I wasn’t getting anything from being physically present in a religious structure. I disagreed with lots of the policies, and I could see that I was not gaining anything spiritually from going through the motions.
Fast forward to my wandering mind, post-yoga practice, laying on the floor this morning, and I realized that religion (for me) is to my current state of spirituality as working a 9-5 you don’t care about is to an entrepreneur. You can show up at that 9-5 and do a mediocre or even poor job and collect the same check at the end of the week, but in the world of entrepreneurs, your success is directly tied to your dedication and work ethic.
Maintaining my peace and happiness on a spiritual level has been anything but easy. It is a whirlwind and if I slack off, I see a direct correlation to my peace and happiness. I am the type of person that wants to set my own path, and collect the benefits of that path. We are all different, and I think anyone who is happy with their path is living right. So, religion isn’t something that I criticize because for some it is the right path. At this moment in time, I am on the right path, and I am feeling great. I wish that feeling of greatness to everyone, and for those of you tumblrs reading, have an exceptional day.
"Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not here; I did not die."
Ill take all that. Perfect.