"And i've kissed others' lips. And they've promised me healing. It's easy if you try"
So why is it that people only talk to God when they need something? have you ever just opened up a prayer to say "hey, by the way, thanks. peace out". Maybe he'd appreciate it. I mean, it has to suck being responsible for the happiness of every human being, especially when you can't have happiness without unhappiness. Loving doesn't mean as much unless you've felt heartbreak. Life doesn't mean as much when you're unfamiliar with death. So why is it that when people get hurt, they turn to God and blame him?
I've never been deeply religious: we all know this. Yeah, i guess you could say i'm Catholic, but that's just born and raised. I dont really belong with any institution, but i still have faith. Maybe there's a divine plan. Maybe there's not. But it's pretty clear that whether or not god had a "plan", you're going to have to feel pain. That doesn't mean god hates you. It just means that shit happens. Why be so quick to blame your unhappiness on the creator of the universe? If you believe in a creator of the universe, and you believe there's a plan, then why he hell do you think asking for something from God is going to change that?
I still pray. I'm not sure if it means anything when i ask for something, but i like to think he's listening. And he knows how i feel after i pray. He knows exactly what i think-- even if he already is resloute whether or not to give me what i ask for. He still knows what it means to me after i tell him about it. And i think he had to appreciate, even though i am asking for soemthing, the fact that i still want to say 'thank you' if he doesn't give me all i want.
The reason i rant like this is because i have a friend who's in a really rough spot right now, but this person who before had more faith in god than anyone i had ever known, now thinks god's somehow out to get him. That god doesn't love him anymore. That god fucking laughs at his miserable behavior. He doesnt wear his cross anymore. If you knew him, really knew him, you'd know that that's kind of crazy to think.
I am absolutely pissed about this now. Me, who never really was sure if god was there or not! now i'm pissed. Cause if he's not there, then make your own damn fortune and change things for yourself: nobody is going to do it for you. And if he is there: why the hell should he do it for you? he gave you a family and friends, a warm bd to sleep in, food to eat, means to get by. Are you really one to point fingers and condemn because you didn't get the luxury of falling in love and avoiding heartbreak?
Have you ever had your heart broken? Probably. If not, you're lucky. But i have to imagine that if you do get your heart broken, you don't turn to god and assume he hates you. What would that say about you in comparison to the rest of mankind? Cause it happens to everyone. Does that mean god hates everyone? "everybody hurts. everybody cries. everybody hurts sometimes": Thanks REM.
So say you do believe in God, and now you believe he hates you, and because he hates you but you've only had to deal with the same shit everyone has to deal with, he must hate everyone. So god hates everyone. He's up there in the sky plotting to make life miserable for all mankind...
Now explain to me happiness. If he's out to get everyone, why is anyone ever happy? Does he give it to us to take away? Or is it the opposite. Does he give us pain to know what happiness tastes like?
So what are the three main problems or my friend:
stress fracture in the back, family member diagnosed with cancer, heart broken. Granted, all of this things didn't happen at once for me, as they did for my friend, it doesn't change the fact that it's happened to me. If these things are an indication that god hates you, then logically... god must hate me.
Except all these things heal. And i knew, even when i was in the midst of it, even when it was at its most miserable... i knew that all these things would eventually heal. I just had to deal with it. The cancer is tricky. The cancer may not heal, but it can be fought. And if it is fought and cant be beat, then the issue of death is something that cuts deeper than all of these things.
But we are sentenced to die the day we are born. Its the ultimate example of something tough to deal with that no one is exempt from. Grief is a funny thing. But don't be in grief for yourself. Please. People will grieve enough over you when you're gone. God doesn't want to hear it anymore. And neither do I. He didn't do this to you. Neither did I.
SHIT HAPPENS. That's life... That's all it is. One big pile of shit. You have to hold yourself responsible for your happiness when nobody will give it to you. I'm not saying it's easy. But it's still the truth.
I've never been deeply religious: we all know this. Yeah, i guess you could say i'm Catholic, but that's just born and raised. I dont really belong with any institution, but i still have faith. Maybe there's a divine plan. Maybe there's not. But it's pretty clear that whether or not god had a "plan", you're going to have to feel pain. That doesn't mean god hates you. It just means that shit happens. Why be so quick to blame your unhappiness on the creator of the universe? If you believe in a creator of the universe, and you believe there's a plan, then why he hell do you think asking for something from God is going to change that?
I still pray. I'm not sure if it means anything when i ask for something, but i like to think he's listening. And he knows how i feel after i pray. He knows exactly what i think-- even if he already is resloute whether or not to give me what i ask for. He still knows what it means to me after i tell him about it. And i think he had to appreciate, even though i am asking for soemthing, the fact that i still want to say 'thank you' if he doesn't give me all i want.
The reason i rant like this is because i have a friend who's in a really rough spot right now, but this person who before had more faith in god than anyone i had ever known, now thinks god's somehow out to get him. That god doesn't love him anymore. That god fucking laughs at his miserable behavior. He doesnt wear his cross anymore. If you knew him, really knew him, you'd know that that's kind of crazy to think.
I am absolutely pissed about this now. Me, who never really was sure if god was there or not! now i'm pissed. Cause if he's not there, then make your own damn fortune and change things for yourself: nobody is going to do it for you. And if he is there: why the hell should he do it for you? he gave you a family and friends, a warm bd to sleep in, food to eat, means to get by. Are you really one to point fingers and condemn because you didn't get the luxury of falling in love and avoiding heartbreak?
Have you ever had your heart broken? Probably. If not, you're lucky. But i have to imagine that if you do get your heart broken, you don't turn to god and assume he hates you. What would that say about you in comparison to the rest of mankind? Cause it happens to everyone. Does that mean god hates everyone? "everybody hurts. everybody cries. everybody hurts sometimes": Thanks REM.
So say you do believe in God, and now you believe he hates you, and because he hates you but you've only had to deal with the same shit everyone has to deal with, he must hate everyone. So god hates everyone. He's up there in the sky plotting to make life miserable for all mankind...
Now explain to me happiness. If he's out to get everyone, why is anyone ever happy? Does he give it to us to take away? Or is it the opposite. Does he give us pain to know what happiness tastes like?
So what are the three main problems or my friend:
stress fracture in the back, family member diagnosed with cancer, heart broken. Granted, all of this things didn't happen at once for me, as they did for my friend, it doesn't change the fact that it's happened to me. If these things are an indication that god hates you, then logically... god must hate me.
Except all these things heal. And i knew, even when i was in the midst of it, even when it was at its most miserable... i knew that all these things would eventually heal. I just had to deal with it. The cancer is tricky. The cancer may not heal, but it can be fought. And if it is fought and cant be beat, then the issue of death is something that cuts deeper than all of these things.
But we are sentenced to die the day we are born. Its the ultimate example of something tough to deal with that no one is exempt from. Grief is a funny thing. But don't be in grief for yourself. Please. People will grieve enough over you when you're gone. God doesn't want to hear it anymore. And neither do I. He didn't do this to you. Neither did I.
SHIT HAPPENS. That's life... That's all it is. One big pile of shit. You have to hold yourself responsible for your happiness when nobody will give it to you. I'm not saying it's easy. But it's still the truth.