I am no longer a believer.before, I was dogmatic and unconscious about beliefs. there was a great amount of trust in authorities.like a brainless lamb, i follower
This lead to immense passion for religion, political ideals, achievers .a imposition of moral virtues further created a godly image. This also gave rise to conflicts with others who cling to their own set of ideals.
The days of breakdown started. Disappointments and contradictions. As the ideal didn’t correspond to the fact.living in a illusionary idea is dangerous. Kept on flashing back , the days of making the image and its final demise. Then, I became cynical and rejectionist of the ideals.there was bitterness and anger inside.it didn’t solve my anxiety.as, the world became bleak, myself began erasing , cutting, editing , fading quickly.this denial was also a trap.
Finally, it dawned.life isn’t about accepting or rejection.not a fabricated opinion web.its still is confined to the ideas and stories in the head.opinons are generally handed down to us by the society.but the way is staying with what is – facts.then, there is no need to be superstitious and dogmatic .
Till now, I feared the darkness
Like a child Crawling
To the world
Afresh, I break the cages
Of deception and makebelieves.
Makes a everlasting golden being
Who doesn’t fear and seek
Or escape from the moment
Rising above the mental games.