Day 09 (whoops, getting a bit behind)
Mar. 28th, 2011 09:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
indiana_jDay 01 - Introduce Yourself
Day 02 - Your first love
Day 03 - Your parents
Day 04 - What you ate today
Day 05 - Your definition of love
Day 06 - Your day
Day 07 - Your best friend
Day 08 - A moment
Day 09 - Your beliefs
Growing up, we were sort of, kind of Protestant in the way that you are when you never go to church and religion as a whole really wasn't discussed much. We attended church for a bit when I was much younger - in time for a Christmas play, even; Heather was a baby lamb and I was a Wise Man. I think I wore a beard. - but between the constant moving and life in general, it didn't last.
I remember my mom saying that this was something that she regretted, not giving us this religious culture while growing up. I think the thing that I missed out on the most was the culture of going, not the actual religion part. But I think that goes more in hand with the idea of a home town or knowing one group of people for most of your life desire that I sometimes get and not really out of any desire to develop a religious fervor.
Ultimately, I have no idea if there's an ultimate being somewhere out there. I'd like to think there is but I have no way of proving or disproving that as I have been lucky enough to avoid any near death experiences and / or miracles in my life time. I casually talk about there being a heaven or a hell in the way that I'd sort of kind of really like there to be something beyond this particular existence of ours but, you know, I have no idea.
I think Jesus was a real person or an amalgamation of several (I don't know that particular part of history that well) but not necessarily the son of God. And I think a lot of the lessons that you get from his teachings should be simple common sense (be kind to one another, turn the other cheek, try to help your neighbor) and not just something that one needs to learn while attending church service.
There are good men and women who attend church / temple / what have you. There are bad men and women who do the same. And the same goes for those who don't follow any faith.
In essence, I try to live a good life. I try to be a good person. I don't need a scripture or someone standing behind a pulpit in order to attempt that. And in my moments of need - of which there have been a surprising number over the last year - if I bow my head and send out a prayer, it's not that I know for certain someone / something is going to hear it. It's me giving voice to what's most troubling me at the moment.
And if someone were to hear it - well, it's not like I can prove or disprove it, even if something turns out the way I'd been hoping. In the end, there's a lot of things that I have no control over but desperately wished I did - it's an outlet, one that helps and never hurts.
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – This month
Day 21 – Another moment
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – A first
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your aspirations
Day 30 – One last moment
Day 02 - Your first love
Day 03 - Your parents
Day 04 - What you ate today
Day 05 - Your definition of love
Day 06 - Your day
Day 07 - Your best friend
Day 08 - A moment
Day 09 - Your beliefs
Growing up, we were sort of, kind of Protestant in the way that you are when you never go to church and religion as a whole really wasn't discussed much. We attended church for a bit when I was much younger - in time for a Christmas play, even; Heather was a baby lamb and I was a Wise Man. I think I wore a beard. - but between the constant moving and life in general, it didn't last.
I remember my mom saying that this was something that she regretted, not giving us this religious culture while growing up. I think the thing that I missed out on the most was the culture of going, not the actual religion part. But I think that goes more in hand with the idea of a home town or knowing one group of people for most of your life desire that I sometimes get and not really out of any desire to develop a religious fervor.
Ultimately, I have no idea if there's an ultimate being somewhere out there. I'd like to think there is but I have no way of proving or disproving that as I have been lucky enough to avoid any near death experiences and / or miracles in my life time. I casually talk about there being a heaven or a hell in the way that I'd sort of kind of really like there to be something beyond this particular existence of ours but, you know, I have no idea.
I think Jesus was a real person or an amalgamation of several (I don't know that particular part of history that well) but not necessarily the son of God. And I think a lot of the lessons that you get from his teachings should be simple common sense (be kind to one another, turn the other cheek, try to help your neighbor) and not just something that one needs to learn while attending church service.
There are good men and women who attend church / temple / what have you. There are bad men and women who do the same. And the same goes for those who don't follow any faith.
In essence, I try to live a good life. I try to be a good person. I don't need a scripture or someone standing behind a pulpit in order to attempt that. And in my moments of need - of which there have been a surprising number over the last year - if I bow my head and send out a prayer, it's not that I know for certain someone / something is going to hear it. It's me giving voice to what's most troubling me at the moment.
And if someone were to hear it - well, it's not like I can prove or disprove it, even if something turns out the way I'd been hoping. In the end, there's a lot of things that I have no control over but desperately wished I did - it's an outlet, one that helps and never hurts.
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – This month
Day 21 – Another moment
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – A first
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your aspirations
Day 30 – One last moment