When beliefs crumble....

   Since a kid, I would hear colorful stories of Hindu mythology from my grandma. I never had enough of it. My curiosity made me read more from the epics and the religious texts. I immersed myself in the views of Swami Vivekananda and Ramakrishna Paramahansa. I read translated versions of the Koran. I read the Holy Bible. I was fascinated by Incan and the Maya mythology. I read Greek, Roman and Egyptian mythology. And then I read Darwin's theory of evolution. Charles Darwin's theory had a profound effect on me and that was the end of my beliefs. It has taken me 5 years and still will take more time to cope with the "truth" which I now am forced to believe. I have not participated in rituals since long. People cope better when forces of nature shatter their lives. But take his beliefs from a man and he feels lost in life .
       When people ask me my religion, I reply that I am spiritual but not religious. But deep inside I know that both are interconnected. Now that I am almost at the zone of disbelief, I find it fascinating how people have such staunch beliefs in their religion and I envy them. When you are practicing religion, you have the security of the company of gods. But once the beliefs crumble, you are the most lonely person on the planet. I do not know about the Alpha or the Omega. I know not of the superior conscious, nirvana or rebirth. The truth I know is that "We live, we die and wheels of the bus go round and round!" 
(Ref: The Bucket List)