How beautiful is life?

That is a question I do not possess the answer to, for I do not have love in humanity or peace in my heart. I was lost and I still am, but at least on the path paved for me. On my journey to find the answer to this question, I stumbled upon those who truly are religious.

In religion, prayers are happening in congregation and everyone is greeting each other even if they are complete strangers. There is a community and everyone respects everyone simply because they too are a child of Adam. I slightly smiled but then my face fell. Do you see the religious folk? You find them smiling, for smiling was a habit of the beloved Prophet. They talk sweetly, with no harsh language no matter the situation. Their face is bright with God's light bestowed upon them. They have a delicate behavior and are patient. They found love in humanity and peace within themselves. The people surrounding them know of their faith and their character. They found what I crave.

  Honestly, my heart may be just rotten. No matter what I do, how much I imitate those who seem happy, it brings me no joy. But if this piece of flesh is good, it would've guided me to what will make it happy. It led me to these religious people who seem full of love.. But how can I love when hate is what prevails? Every good action receives no attention while every bad action goes viral. Despite craving people's attention, this hate will not fulfill my heart's desire.

        Abandoning my religion will not make this world my happy place, for it is the world that hurt me; Not my faith. My religion is my way to enjoy life and find what I desire.  I do not need to seek to please others for happiness. If I’m not meant to fit in with them, I’ll stand out, for that is what is good for me. It doesn’t rob my faith and my heart. I will be myself, just as I am, truly me. I’ll be who I love to be for that is how God created me to be.