Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.
I don’t talk much about religion or politics. Not on this blog, not in real life. It really is true, that quote. Political and religious differences separate nations, cause wars, and are the reason that a mob was standing on the corner of 144th and Harrison the other day with signs that read, “God hates fags.” Some serial killers claim their motives to be religious. Religions shun and shut out. Churches excommunicate. Friendships are lost. Families have feuds.
It all seems silly to me.
“Live and let live,” I say. You believe what you believe, I’ll believe what I believe.
Neither of us will try to convert the other, or say someone who believes differently than we do is wrong, or their lifestyle is sinful or that they are going to hell. How about people only go to funerals when they’re invited, not to tell mourners that the dead deserved it.
And then, we can co-exist.
I think that people often believe what they want to believe. They will mask a prejudice with the words, “the Bible says” so as to not sound prejudiced. Seriously, none of us have the answers. So why do we try to convince each other that we do?
Rather than share my religion, I share my dreams and anguish on this blog. I’ve already felt division from people I grew up with. That’s why I choose the opposite.