A sincere note to the non-Believer

Life comes a full circle.

We begin our life with loads of non-logic, fun and simply living in the moment. And for the moment.

That's what childhood is about.

You find every puddle an opportunity to put a tiny paper boat afloat and watch it drift away. You watch with wonder a rainbow mysteriously come alive in the horizon.

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When you fold your hands in prayer, you do it with a full and glowing heart. No questions, no doubts. Just your hundred percent and more, as your tiny hands strive to hold the pose.

You never ask why. You only ask how. You never ask how come. You never insist on seeing a live God before believing in Him. Or Her.

Time moves on. Like a metal sheet getting beaten and molded, life's little experiences start shaping your thoughts.

That's when the 'why' pops out of nothingness. Why this, why that?

Consumed by Knowledge of your Profession, you puff up your chest, like a male bird fluffs its color-soaked plumes. Belief hardens into skepticism, like aging milk ferments into curd.

The hardened mass that is your heart begins to enjoy the doubt. Logic reigns supreme. From this seat of logic, the wonder that you enjoyed as a child is replaced by questions. You question so often, you question so hard. The heart starts pumping 'in doubt'. Then the cells grow weary. Ease turns to dis-ease.

When you fall sick, you doubt even more. 'If there was a God, would He have let this happen to me?' you ask. You begin to neglect everything around you, consumed with self-pity. Your garden, your family, your friends wilt in your hardened gaze.

Then, as the clock ticks on, some mysterious Force enters your life and makes you to retrace your steps. You start doubting your doubts.

You look at the garden you had once played in, and observe with wonder at the new life sprouting. And perhaps, when no one is looking, you tentatively step into a puddle and enjoy the wet, muddy feeling. You enjoy the walk that the doctor has now ordered, since you get a glimpse of the kids playing by the swing. You pat the furry head of your neighbor's dog and wonder why in Heaven's name you feel so good when you do that.

You might be reminded of odd new pains on your body while your heart may pump a little faster, or slower, every now and then. But there is that something that keeps reminding you that these aches and pains are like small bumps on the Eternal road. Like a treasure filled chest, 'it' lets out your memories of puddles and ponds, life and living.

The 'it'. Tempered with time. Graceful with age. White like the wings of a fairy...

Life does come a full circle, if you only allow it to.
Happy Ugadi.