Simply Don't Know...

I don't know whom to believe, the Gods, the philosophers, or the ritualists. All look the same from some or other side. sometimes Philosophy makes it easy to forget all pains and live well, but then you try entering the world full of people who kind of hate philosophy or perhaps they just don't understand it, here starts a new battle, a battle between you, your heart, and this world which sometimes appear so familiar and sometimes unknown and totally obscure and you try to understand it in that very way, in which it comes to you, in which it portrays itself to you, but sadly, you fail there again.

You try taking refuge in scriptures full of Gods, you start believing they exist, they are near, they are real, but one little hurt makes you think they aren't there and even if they are there they aren't meant for you or are totally deaf toward you cries, sobs, and the riots of shouts and screams going inside your heart.

Here you begin a new journey with the ritualists, who come up their own weird notions and ask you to blindly believe them. And being hurt, lost, and bewildered with thing around, you start following them too....

you try listening to others, what they say, what they want, but... at the end you only realize, you are here, either to go on a war against the world, against people, ritualists, Gods, and all those you have ever known or silently follow them feeling week, feeble and useless.

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