I
often wonder at the relief that can be found in believing in something or
someone so much that they cannot fail. FAITH. I have been let down
too many times to place that much trust in one person or being. I am a
very strong person; I have lived my own Hell, and live it every day, but at the
end of the day I have survived. I know that almost everyone has a
story of Hell, many are worthy, most are not, but who is to say that my idea of
Hell is not your idea of a walk in the park.
FAITH...
There has to be some relief in possessing it. Something that makes the
eventual hurt that comes with it worth the time. There has to be some
wonderful and glorious payoff when it is all said and done. Otherwise, in
the end, you look like a Jack Ass and a fool for believing so
blindly.
I
have a hard time not seeing people that have that particular gift as lemmings,
rats, and sheep. Willing to follow any flute playing the tune you want to
hear. Gullible: credulous, trusting, naive, simple, green..that is what I
hear when people talk about faith, all I really hear is
that…sucker, mark, innocent, foolish, silly…gullible…! I just cannot feel
strength in those words. At what point do these little lemmings wake up
and realize that they are being damaged and hurt. That they are, in fact,
that Jack Ass chasing a carrot on a string, while the whole world watches the
debacle unfold. Their blind faith has led them into a very destructive
place. What happens when those walls and pedestals crumble? When
the piper quits playing? They have given up so much of themselves that
they are lost and fumbling not sure where to go or what to do.
The
problem with having so much faith in some one is that you have dispossessed
important independent parts of You. You lose sight of dreams, desires,
ideas and morals. You are in fact lost. You no longer think on your
own and the colors of conscious thought become muddy and murky; tainted with
someone else's ulterior motives and desires.
I
have to wonder at the amount of faith some people have, and I hope that it
works out well for them. I am jealous in some ways. Faith is
a trait I have yet to find. However, I do not envy the pain that waits
for them around the corner. I can only watch from a distance and wish all
those little lemmings, rats and sheep luck and happiness.
