For The Love Of God.

I know this is weird. I cant complete one blog and I have already started writing another one. I dont know what got over me, but I had a strong urge inside me to write this right now. But this blog is going to be different. It's going to be more abstract. I'm going to write about topics that I think, but have no mode to express. I have found out that I can write well. So, Write I will.

 In India, before we start anything we pray to God. So, I think my thoughts about God would be the best way to start off this one.
GOD. A simple three letter word. So many definitions, so many arguments, so many debates, so many conclusions yet none of them is right. More people invite more beliefs, more beliefs in turn give birth to new religions, new religions create more Gods. This is never-ending. I am a normal person, even I have beliefs and I believe in God. I don't know who created the universe, God or science. I dont know who created the fine things in life and I dont even want to think about it. For me God is belief. Just belief. Nobody has seen God. True. Nobody has touched him, felt his presence. There is no proof that God exists yet there are millions of people going on pilgrimages, tons of money donated. Why? Belief? Need? Human Greed? I dont know.
For me belief reigns supreme. All I have ever donated to God is a 1 rupee coin and I dont think I need to donate more because I believe in him. And my belief is different. I dont think of Him as a elephant with a human body or a man nailed to a cross. My mind is my God. I believe in the strength of my mind. Whenever I feel sad, I know there is a power, a light, an aura surrounding me because my mind is holy to me. In such times, I matter the most and I know it. Everybody does. Everyone knows what they are going through and they need someone to help them, someone to talk to... What exactly do you do when you talk to God? Do you really mutter the words from your mouth? Very few people do. The others ask themselves for help in reality because they think in their mind. Why do people close their eyes while praying? So they can focus on themselves. The miracle that is me. My body, my life is a miracle and I have somebody to thank for that. And that somebody or rather something is God.
God doesn't live in temples or churches or mosques he doesn't live anywhere! God is like the wind. Wild and free. A spirit. That spirit is always there for you no matter what because you cannot abandon yourself. I know this is very very random but I hd to something about these thoughts cramming my head. What better than to share them with the world?
These are my thoughts on an un-ending debate about probably the most sought after creature on earth. I have nothing more to say. Oh yes! Just this... God bless you. :)