After having a certain religion shoved on me during my childhood (by a nonreligious family, oddly enough! they wanted me to have faith that they never had.), I became very much against religion for a long time. I still don't know how I feel about religion when it relates to me... I identify, more or less, as agnostic. I don't know if there is a God or multiple gods (so, occasionally, I have awkward one-sided conversations thanking them for the simple pleasures of life just in case someone can in fact here me), I don't know if I believe anything happens after death... But I think it's important to be a good person, not because of wanting a reward, but because we live on this planet NOW and should make the most of it. I believe in doing good, no matter what it is: volunteering regularly, buying a cup of coffee for a homeless man sitting outside in the cold, having a listening ear for anyone who needs it (and as important as being there to listen-- keeping whatever was said between us).
I'm happy to say that a couple years ago, I discovered that I love learning about religions. (I love people-- what they think, what they do, what drives them-- so it makes sense that religion and sociology and philosophy all intrigue me.) I recently read a book, "The World's Religions", and often found myself nodding at what was written in the different chapters. I wish I could be every religion-- but that doesn't quite work, now does it? But I admire Jesus and Muhammad and Buddha equally... and learning about these amazing people (prophets/religious figures/whatever they are to you) gives me faith in our species. I often struggle to keep optimistic, with how many not-so-great people there are in the world, but I guess it comes down to quality over quantity. The truly great people accomplish more good for the world than the average nothing-much person hurts the world.
I did this a little backwards, didn't I? Common, for me. Maybe I wanted to write the important stuff first.
verecund is the name here-- you can call me v or vere or however you want to shorten it, as long as I can tell you're talkin' to me, it's all good.
I'm 22, a college student, a daughter who doesn't deserve her wonderful parents, a volunteer, a reader, a rambler, a videogame player, a traveler, a photographer, a dreamer, an easily distracted obsessor, a helping hand...
I'm not sure what the weather is like where you live, but last night, I slept with my window open for the first time this year. I'm a sufferer of insomnia, but last night... last night, it was okay. It was beautiful. The world feels different when you can sleep with your window open. It's a more calm world, some how, even though by opening a window you let all the outside stresses in. Maybe it works both ways and lets some of the stress trapped inside the house escape. Maybe it gives you a fresh perspective on the usual stressors. I don't know. All I know is that the world is different when you open your window and let the air dance around you while you rest.
I did mention I'm a rambler up above, right? Yep, I did. Just making sure. Thanks for making it this far, through a long somewhat disconnected intro post. So, in conclusion... Hello!
I'm happy to say that a couple years ago, I discovered that I love learning about religions. (I love people-- what they think, what they do, what drives them-- so it makes sense that religion and sociology and philosophy all intrigue me.) I recently read a book, "The World's Religions", and often found myself nodding at what was written in the different chapters. I wish I could be every religion-- but that doesn't quite work, now does it? But I admire Jesus and Muhammad and Buddha equally... and learning about these amazing people (prophets/religious figures/whatever they are to you) gives me faith in our species. I often struggle to keep optimistic, with how many not-so-great people there are in the world, but I guess it comes down to quality over quantity. The truly great people accomplish more good for the world than the average nothing-much person hurts the world.
I did this a little backwards, didn't I? Common, for me. Maybe I wanted to write the important stuff first.
verecund is the name here-- you can call me v or vere or however you want to shorten it, as long as I can tell you're talkin' to me, it's all good.
I'm 22, a college student, a daughter who doesn't deserve her wonderful parents, a volunteer, a reader, a rambler, a videogame player, a traveler, a photographer, a dreamer, an easily distracted obsessor, a helping hand...I'm not sure what the weather is like where you live, but last night, I slept with my window open for the first time this year. I'm a sufferer of insomnia, but last night... last night, it was okay. It was beautiful. The world feels different when you can sleep with your window open. It's a more calm world, some how, even though by opening a window you let all the outside stresses in. Maybe it works both ways and lets some of the stress trapped inside the house escape. Maybe it gives you a fresh perspective on the usual stressors. I don't know. All I know is that the world is different when you open your window and let the air dance around you while you rest.
I did mention I'm a rambler up above, right? Yep, I did. Just making sure. Thanks for making it this far, through a long somewhat disconnected intro post.
So, in conclusion... Hello!
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