Do you believe that there is a power or energy out there which surrounds us, sometimes, protecting us from danger, other times instills fear and/or uncertainty in us? Does believing the intangible proof the detriment of reason and logic?
I’m not sure really. A few weeks ago a tarot reader predicted my personality and a portion of my future. Time will tell the accuracy of her prediction on the future, but my personality, damn, she was right. The order of those cards, who put them together? The words she said, where does she hear them whispered to her? Well, in accordance to my religion, it’s a sin to believe such things. Maybe, it’s prohibited for a good reason. Knowing, not yet believing it, triggers doubt in our (or rather, my) already capricious nature.
Take a minute and look back of all the incidents that brought you so close to danger, but somehow you passed it. You didn’t realise how close you were until you’ve reached home, taken a sit and flashed through the incident again in your head, and imagined if a single thing had turned out differently you might have faced an unimaginable danger. When this happens, I choose to believe there is a power greater than us up or out there protecting us from danger. Maybe, our coincidences are their/His/ God’s plans.
It’s scary when you finally understood how vulnerable the situation was, how easily things could go wrong. Is it paranoia? I know that it lingers through the night, those thoughts of the ugliest possibilities. These thought are futile, I know. Instead I should be giving thanks that we are kept away from harm but still, I’m scared.
Suddenly you realise that no one, I mean no one in this world (a world of science, logic and reason), which encourages you to believe only the tangibles, can protect you against harm. When you are that close to danger, when you have done all that you could in this delimited world, you can only hope for a miracle. Are we delusional in believing that it might happen, or are we just hopeful, hanging on to faith? Whatever it is, when we are kept away form harm, I can only figure how fortunate we sometimes are whether or not it’s a coincidence, and the simplest deed is possibly thanks-giving.
I’m not sure really. A few weeks ago a tarot reader predicted my personality and a portion of my future. Time will tell the accuracy of her prediction on the future, but my personality, damn, she was right. The order of those cards, who put them together? The words she said, where does she hear them whispered to her? Well, in accordance to my religion, it’s a sin to believe such things. Maybe, it’s prohibited for a good reason. Knowing, not yet believing it, triggers doubt in our (or rather, my) already capricious nature.
Take a minute and look back of all the incidents that brought you so close to danger, but somehow you passed it. You didn’t realise how close you were until you’ve reached home, taken a sit and flashed through the incident again in your head, and imagined if a single thing had turned out differently you might have faced an unimaginable danger. When this happens, I choose to believe there is a power greater than us up or out there protecting us from danger. Maybe, our coincidences are their/His/ God’s plans.
It’s scary when you finally understood how vulnerable the situation was, how easily things could go wrong. Is it paranoia? I know that it lingers through the night, those thoughts of the ugliest possibilities. These thought are futile, I know. Instead I should be giving thanks that we are kept away from harm but still, I’m scared.
Suddenly you realise that no one, I mean no one in this world (a world of science, logic and reason), which encourages you to believe only the tangibles, can protect you against harm. When you are that close to danger, when you have done all that you could in this delimited world, you can only hope for a miracle. Are we delusional in believing that it might happen, or are we just hopeful, hanging on to faith? Whatever it is, when we are kept away form harm, I can only figure how fortunate we sometimes are whether or not it’s a coincidence, and the simplest deed is possibly thanks-giving.
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