Tomorrow is Easter. I am not excited. In response to my minor legal status, my parents still retain the authority to drag me to church on holidays to my great displeasure. I don’t have an issue with being Catholic; I have an issue with church. I don’t fancy being asked to donate money for parking lots and expansions that I don’t care about, but everyone else finds so important, and then being spurned for believing in children’s education and those drives dedicated to eradication of any of the various diseases they correlate to.
But, of course, I’m the blasphemous one. Over the years, I’ve slowly silenced every note of song, every ritual line, and shut my ears to sermons at mass, merely to shun, not a widely practiced religion, but those who speak it whose words and actions seem at ends with their preaching. I would still love to understand why this is a certain evil. In a practice of self-enlightenment, I’ve supposedly “condemned” myself, nevertheless, Virgil and Socrates didn’t make it to heaven now did they?
Upon these reasons, I have decided to change my religion. Call it pagan idolatry if you wish, I’m not concerned. My religion: I am now a devout Dongbangist. Yes, my belief now, and has, functioned over a divided and stressing period, not that I truly allow myself enjoyment of the naive hope for reunification, yet I still believe.
In Dongbangism, I’ve found a reawakened voice competent in alighting inner humanity, creativity, emotionality, musicality, and an endeared spark for life, mainly stemming from it’s function as the object for a jaded soul to latch onto. Nevertheless, isn’t that how all religions work?
In a significant irony, even as a Dongbangist, I am blasphemous. I betray my V.I.P. status, but I’ll take that consequence, as it seems I will never win.
To not carry this tirade on any further, I’ll settle with a single statement.
“Proudly shipping the five gods of the east now and forever, amen.”
(Oh God, this is so blasphemous.) <—Double Blasphemy :3
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