Travelling the road less travelled brings with it a high degree of uncertainty, and without certainty, it’s a pretty good bet to call it lost.
Lost and Found
I am lost in a world of madness. A world that is non-sensical. I feel that I do not know what I am striving for, or what exactly needs to be done on my part, to fulfill my “mission” here. In other words, I am trying to find genuine meaning in my life.
I began to find a new handle on my being. I kept at my personal practices to
overcome my general fears and discomforts. In these attempts, I continuously
tried to expose myself to uncomfortable situations to build resilience to
them– my experience and my outlook progressed.As I furthered this lifestyle and began reframing who I was, I found that I
fell back onto my initial beliefs. And though I had no doubt for the
traditional God, my failed outreach DID NOT put any more doubt on the
concept by any means– I simply reassumed my deist perspectives.It took a long time, but I felt rooted again.--Testing The Faith- Without Balls, Part 1.
Duking The Demon- Pinch Bars and Steel Wheels. (Testing The Faith, Part 1.5)…
It’s that time of year again, where many of us take part in the religious festivities symbolic with struggle, death, resurrection, and re-birth.
I am your Greek-Canadian kid raised Christian-Orthodox
Typically, I went to church every Sunday like most good pupils of the faith would. And just like most children, I was dragged along for my faith by my grandparents– less so much by my actual parents. As I slowly began to discover my own power to make choices for myself, I found myself falling out of my own religion. This of course took some time, but I just wasn’t satisfied with the answers to my questions of faith. Continue reading “Testing the Faith, Without Balls [Part 1]: A Desperate Scramble from One to None”→