A while ago.. i was praying [the formal islamic prayer] and after i finished, i told my sister that i felt so good. That i felt really calm and that i hoped that i could die with this feeling. It was a soft, serene, calm night after some really rough and anxious times at home.... I felt at that moment that I understood what my purpose was. The purpose of life is to worship the Creator, and serve his creation.
And i think its tough to serve... and God's creation isn't always so kind. People really try you. I remember watching Million Dollar Baby.. and crying my brains out because that girl was so alone and her life was so limited... but in the end all of us are so limited; we leave behind small moments of kindness; we leave behind our love with those we love. [i was devastated... no one is ever going to love me... not even Clint Eastwood because I dont even know how to box!]
To worship is to struggle for sincerity in all endeavors.
To Worship is to Live.
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