sufficiency

Let's speak of beliefs. again.

I will not be speaking of religion from a christian/catholic point of view, but rather, from a more general perspective.

I was reading Mossie's most recent post on God. And I just had to say this. This is for all you self-righteous twats who criticize people's opinions without looking at the bigger fucking picture. 

I'm gonna be very blunt here and say that God is basically whoever the fuck we want him to be. Human beings all have a sense of right and wrong, and i'll say that not all of us actually NEED a God to live. Christianity states that God gave us free will, and that is very easy to comprehend. That's the bottom line: Free Will. We do whatever we want with our lives. It's a gamble, we can choose to believe or not to believe. We can choose to need God, and we can also choose not to. 

If it is not in one's agenda to bring himself to believe that there is a power greater than anything he has ever known, so much so that he could CREATE humanity, so what? If one has never had the privilege of "experiencing the love of God," one would never think of even taking on the obligation to recognize or acknowledge that "sovereign power above." But so what? I would like to argue that humans are perfectly capable of living righteous and honest lives without the use of religion. 

At the end of the day, it all comes down to our own understanding of the meaning of life. So what, if one does not believe in the afterlife? It just means that God is much less real. Yes, I think it starts there. Once there is no afterlife, there is no destination. We mean nothing to anyone else, life basically becomes everything you make it out to be. It becomes a selfish cycle of what YOU want to do each day, what YOU want to accomplish. There is no higher cause to live for other than one's own personal ambitions and desires. That's where God vanishes. But there is nothing wrong with that.

I would say that religion is basically there to give people a cause to live for, something higher than ourselves. Something of a higher order than just what YOU want. Religion is there to make you believe that if you do wrong, you're a sinner and you go to hell. If you refrain from that, you're cool to go to heaven. That's an example of a cause higher than one's personal ambitions or desires. But not everyone needs that. Everyone knows right from wrong. The law wasn't written with divine intervention. So if someone would choose not to believe in that higher cause, there is absolutely nothing wrong with that, because he would know what is right, and what is wrong. If it is among his own personal ambitions to be righteous, law abiding, honest and truthful, isn't that enough? You could now say, "what if it is NOT among his own personal ambitions to live that way?" I would say then, that person needs God, he needs religion, because he needs a cause higher than his own to live for. BECAUSE HE IS NOT ENOUGH.

So, dear ladies and gentlemen, what I am trying to say here, is that it is all UP TO YOU. God could be your own conscience, or God could be that "almighty power" that created the universe and everything that lives in it. God is whoever the fuck you want him to be. If your own conscience is enough, there is no need for God. That's your God right there. If one believes in God, it means that one believes that his conscience is not sufficient. He needs a higher cause, and God is there to give us the cause to live for, and ultimately,

it's UP TO US.

I know that my own willpower is not sufficient. I need a cause to live for, and that explains my faith and everything that goes with it. Because I need God. What about yourself?

eat that. 

p.s. Santana definitely hit the fuckin spot!

See yall at the show this weekend. over and out

treats

Screw everything cause amidst my incredibly busy week,

I WILL BE TREATED TO SOME SEXY LATIN ROCK.

BY NONE OTHER THAN THE GREATEST HIMSELF;

CARLOS SANTANA.

Thanks so much mummy!

I Love you and your random ticket getting, I really do!!!

Now I want a PRS!

haha joking

but i will get a prs one day

it's such a fine, well made guitar

ok 

bye ghey bloggers, im super tired 

dismember your penis

At first you're going like, 

"can, can can can go for it!"

and then when you squeeze your balls and grit your teeth,

and finally muster all your courage up

to simply get it over with,

you're going like

"shit, shit fucking shit it's screwing up"

and later on, it's like

"shit this is another fucking mistake"

and like

"i should never, ever, have fucking done that."

all this cause of things you have almost no control over.

I hate it when I can't help it.

Dear male testosterone, you've done it again.

fuck you.

you guys are just like cigarettes.

I hate being a guy, i hate cigarettes, i hate money, i hate greed, i hate lust, i hate cell phones, i hate alcohol, i hate having motherfucking testostefuckingrone. it makes you go fucking crazy. and hell, it's not your fault, cause you're a mofo-ing MAN. These things happen and there is nothing you can do about it cause it's supposed to be perfectly "natural." i mean, one does not get an erection at will, does he? to those who actually can, I have got to fucking meet you. 

freedom

So I've recollected the day's events, thoroughly scolded myself for what I shouldn't have done but did anyway, (and for what I should have done but didn't do) and I say, "hey, I shall log on to blogger dot com in the wee hours of the morning and write about my life and how it's such." But how do I wrap everything in a neat little package while employing the use of certain creative phrases that could mean so many things, thus clouding its intended purpose and therefore effectively denying readers from thorough comprehension of what I intended to say? Being too fucking lazy to refrain from that course of action, I'm stuck here wondering why I'm even blogging in the first place.

I mean, why blog about your personal life if you don't want people to know about your personal life?

Then again, why blog?

Maybe I've clouded myself so much that I don't even fully comprehend myself. (does that even make sense?)

My present state of mind aptly justifies why i love your company so much. I find that being in your company allows me to just be myself. I miss that feeling. It's like freedom. And I'm very grateful for this. Where there's no need to put on some fake mask and dance around like a horse on ritalin. (there I go again, that mysterious you)

haha, blogging is fucken ghey la.

but you really really hit the spot!

and I will see you soon.

freedom la, i tell you.

mofo-ing FREEDOM.

fuck yeah.