How many of us think we have somewhat of a grasp on this topic?
I used to think that the meaning of life was to follow the word of God. To do all you can to be true to the Bible.
It’s hard for me to admit, but I don’t find faith as easy as I used to. I want to believe. I’ve just had some experiences throughout my eighteen years that have left me less of a believer.
Yet recently in the start of my freshmen year of college; I’ve meet a few new people who are all very faithful individuals. It’s one thing to see your parents and grandparents lead you in faith; but it’s completely different to see the same faith present in your peers.
There is no denying the fact to me that religion can be the pure essence of beauty.
I’ve become a live for the moment kind of person. I don’t like the way that looks written down. It seems shallow. To quote Chuck Palahniuk, “A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.” After I read this I felt more of a deeper personal connection with the quote than any I’d read before.
I quickly realize growing up that nothing last forever.
I watched the foundation of my parents love crumble followed by the roof over our heads.
We are mortal, and at some point we will die.
Life starts having a razor sharp grimace to it with this mentality. As a teen going through angst and adolescence this only amplified my situation.
Yet despite all of these factors I still managed to find my idea of grace. There are these little moments that happen to me that I consider “perfect”. These moments are small. They don’t last longer than a few seconds. Yet they are the realization that life also carries the capacity of tangible, visible beauty here on Earth.
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