2 paths and 2 paths


In my private moments, I replay conversations.
I pick from a mental bank of those I had with people and others I listened or watched people have. My recent favourite is that the Pope had with a little boy, my guess is, he has lived less than 5 years.
First encounter was on my phone, the language was foreign so I made do with the text which heightened my interest. On their faces I could watch emotions while the words complemented my visual.
The event was an open session where people were allowed to come to the microphone and ask a question that the Pope provided an answer to.
This little boy spoke tears into the microphone, he struggled with his words but his tears were clear and defined. He taught me that there is nothing immature about pain. The pope made the little boy come to him to whisper his question into his ear.
The boy asked his question, the pope announced it to the world with the permission of the boy.
The little boy wanted to find out if his late father whom he called a good man was in heaven despite not believing in the existence of God? The summary of the pope’s answer is; a father that allowed all his kids to be baptized and could be called a good man by his young son was indeed a good man and will be in heaven because God judges the heart and not religious affiliation.
See, I have my struggled with religious affiliation.
I have deliberated about changing religion before understanding what the changed really means…..I have struggled with the understanding of what religion truly means; what I was born into? What I have decided to pick basis (limited) understanding? Why have I decided to ignore the other, which I have less than limited understanding of?
Not once have I been mistaken about faith, belief in the supernatural being; not seen yet felt. Clearer in my mind is the idea of living right, being fair and giving chances. Battling with what makes me human because I am convinced that living is not being we; it’s existing in ourselves while striving to be the best of our kind.
I wish I could share some of the notes I have taken in my mind during debates with self.
I will never pretend that sometimes I don’t like going to that part of my bank that deliberates on religion. I fear I might be committing a sin every time I take this trip.
Thinking about it, yet again today, I realized that the pope answered the little boy and me. You see, religion is a community, a group of believers that share the same method of worship but living right is a universal truth yet a choice.
Like all minds that ask a lot of internal questions, answers groom yet a new question and my new one on this is; what then is Blasphemy?

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