tragicwaste (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tragicwaste) wrote,@ 2006-11-08 23:47:00 |
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I think believing in some sort of religious system makes coping with life a lot easier. Believing that there is some all-powerful being up there can take such a huge weight off of your shoulders. Knowing that your prayers are being listened to and, if you really do believe, maybe they’ll actually be answered.
If only.
Unfortunately for me. I have no clue what I believe.
A person you love goes into the hospital and is in a coma. What do you do?
Nothing. I’m not a doctor. I’m not a healer. I’m not a believer in anything.
I used to pray. I don’t know if I actually believed in something or if it was just routine for me. It was drilled into me so much at Catholic school that sometimes praying just comes as a reaction..
A person has a heart attack and collapses 20 feet away from you. What do you do?. In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.. Hail Mary, full of grace”
Sure, I know the words. I say them with my family when we go to the cemetery. I know the whole routine at church so well I could practically do it in my sleep. But none of the words or routines ever have any meaning to me.
And I feel like. When someone I love or someone I don’t even know gets hurt, all I can do is stand there. I could pray. But the effort seems useless when I haven’t even the vaguest idea of who I’m praying to or if there even is something to pray to. And every time I instinctively think about praying for someone, I stop myself and think.. Why am I even doing this if the words have no meaning to me? Why should I pray when praying means nothing to me?
I think believing in some sort of religious system makes coping with life a lot easier. Believing that there is some all-powerful being up there can take such a huge weight off of your shoulders. Knowing that your prayers are being listened to and, if you really do believe, maybe they’ll actually be answered.
If only.
Unfortunately for me. I have no clue what I believe.
A person you love goes into the hospital and is in a coma. What do you do?
Nothing. I’m not a doctor. I’m not a healer. I’m not a believer in anything.
I used to pray. I don’t know if I actually believed in something or if it was just routine for me. It was drilled into me so much at Catholic school that sometimes praying just comes as a reaction..
A person has a heart attack and collapses 20 feet away from you. What do you do?. In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.. Hail Mary, full of grace”
Sure, I know the words. I say them with my family when we go to the cemetery. I know the whole routine at church so well I could practically do it in my sleep. But none of the words or routines ever have any meaning to me.
And I feel like. When someone I love or someone I don’t even know gets hurt, all I can do is stand there. I could pray. But the effort seems useless when I haven’t even the vaguest idea of who I’m praying to or if there even is something to pray to. And every time I instinctively think about praying for someone, I stop myself and think.. Why am I even doing this if the words have no meaning to me? Why should I pray when praying means nothing to me?
