Is human life easier to live in the absence of faith, in the absence of fear of a Divine judgment, the resurrection? Yes, it surely is.
To live in the moment. To face the storms and aftermath as they pass through life with no fear of reverberation.
Then why, to think of it, has faith survived in one’s life?
There comes certain times when the world appears to halt. When the sounds of life no longer stir your hearing, and your life appears to be suspended in a timeless dimension.
It becomes harder to figure out the significance of the moment just by looking at it.
Its like you hear silence and watch space, and want your mind to draw worth out of nothingness. How?
So you need a bigger picture. An epilogue to understand the point of grief.
Is life fair?
No.
Can you figure out algorithms to get through life?
On most days you can, but days like these, simple substantial derivations are not enough to propel you forward.
You need a belief in the Divine. A belief that this is not the ultimate end. That this day is but an insignificant hitch in an otherwise magnificent story. And that the logical thing to do is walk forwards, despite the urge of remaining suspended. Because the story ends with the Creator, not the character.
This is why faith survives.
This is why you need to cultivate faith on good days so you can harvest the produce in hostile ones.
So you have a cradle to lay low.
So on this day, you lie down under the shade of your belief and listen to the breeze.
Guidance will come.
Fall Musings 