Post by Lynx on Nov 22, 2018 14:25:21 GMT -5
Tibet
22 November 2018
Why do people tend to believe in things like angels, paradise and god?
Rain was pouring down like tears from a giant’s eye. He was sitting on the rooftop of an old building, which was surrounded by thick and high walls. There was a sole entry to the grounds, a big black alabaster door.
It was a monastery
Monks filled the place, each and every one of them going on his daily routine. Like an old clock, precise. They were many and each and every one of them seemed in peace with himself.
On the right corner of the courtyard there were a number of monks training in their martial arts routine. In front of the group sitting on a podium, there was an elderly monk. His eyes were closed, his breath slow, he had become one with his surroundings.
Rain was pouring down.
They didn’t seem to care.
And neither did he.
He was sitting on the monastery’s rooftop observing the monks that were training, especially the old one. He was the master, the sensei of the dojo. Just like he, Lynx , has had a sensei once. In the Tigers dojo.
But this one was different.
A peaceful aura surrounded him. He was a good being, strong but gentle. Wise and old. He knew how to carefully preserve his fading strength. He seemed old and weak but inside he was a Tiger. The king of the jungle.
Why was he so strong and yet so peaceful?
Was it his faith that made him a great being?
Lynx knew..
..He knew why people choose to believe in things like god and the supernatural. He knew that people were always looking for answers. The idea of a higher being who decided the fates of the people brought piece in their hearts.
After all, if it was written in the big book of life, they would not be the ones to blame if something went wrong.
If the answers were given by the Father, they would not need to spend their life in search of them. They were given in the book of god. If they were not the ones to blame, if something went wrong. It was God who decided the fate of their life and the fate of the World, after all.
Rain was pouring down.
Like in the hearts of those without answers.
Like in the hearts of those who feared death and had no answer .
They were some, not many by any means.
They said Atheists were people who did not believe in anything…
…They were wrong!
They said Atheists had no answers. That they ran around the world without any goal for them to achieve. Because their existence was a futile one, since they had nothing in their life to give them meaning..
…They were wrong!
To be an atheist is not to be a faithless piece of meat. It does not mean you do not believe in anything. You surely do.
It is just that you look for your answers elsewhere..
…In love, in art, in science..
..In Sport!!
He, Lynx, looked for his answers in his heart and found the answer there. He was born to be a fighter. His goal was to be the best by any means, yet not without respect and dignity.
His life had meaning for as long as he fought and overcame the odds.
Thus, he had a goal to achieve.
He did not need God.
He did not fear death.
Everything in this life has a meaning and is meant to be useful for something.
When his days as a fighter were over, when he could not fight any more in the ring, he would be a Sensei. He would teach to others what he had learned in years and years of fighting.
And the fights were not over by any means.
The next tournament was already knocking on the door.
Sword of Lite Grand Prix!!
Many fighters from around the Globe would compete for a chance to be the best.
And to be the best, you need to beat the best!!
He put his Mask on and jumped down from the rooftop, rushing towards the courtyard were the monks were training…
..The old monk opened his Eyes!
His eyes were smiling..
..Welcome, Lynx, I have been waiting for you.
To be the best
…Beat the Best!!
Ready?
Fight!!
