I believed in God during my childhood and spoke to Him when I was mute.
But now that I’m older and have gained maturity and understanding.
Sometimes I doubt my belief.
Sometimes I have moments when I think,
What’s the point of all this?
Why are we here?
Does our existence even matter?
Are we placing meaning to things that don’t really mean much more than something random?
I know I’m the beacon of hope to people around the world.
But I’m human too which means I suffer from an existential crisis like everyone else.
When these questions surface, it passes and I go back to believing.
Because it’s the belief that gives me the strength to keep going.
And gives me purpose and hope.
When I believe in God, it makes my problems lighter and gives me hope.
It gives meaning to life.
It gives meaning to my existence.
So I continue to believe because life otherwise is not something that one can endure.
rachana rajan <3 