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Flipping through the pages of my journal, I realized that I wrote about the mountains in almost every entry. In such a solemn place like India, you are destined to think about your place in the world and the creator of it all. Like the American geologist we bumped into, fascinated by the science of rocks, I became fascinated by what the mountains stood for. The scale of the giant rocks reminded me of God. Man’s attempt to conquer the Himalayan Mountains, like a herd of wild horses- unable to tame. Created by the hands of God himself, the mountains placed religion into thought.
While driving up and through the mountains, I made a stack of rocks during a pit stop and made a wish. I wished for an honest life to a God that I consistently doubt to believe exists.
What does it mean to say you are a spiritual person? Growing up in a Catholic home, I was taught that through the salvation of Jesus Christ, you are saved. Saved from what? I have now seen monks devoted to their practice, temples that pray to multiple gods, stupas, mosques, Sidkh’s who preach about being good to your wife, and after experiencing all of these people who believe their convictions to be true, it has come down to this: In the end, all religions glorify the same, One God.
While driving up and through the mountains, I made a stack of rocks during a pit stop and made a wish. I wished for an honest life to a God that I consistently doubt to believe exists.
