This World is Made from the Dreams I Dreamt

 I’m glad I wrote my blog post this late, else I wouldn’t have thought of my marvelous experiences today that all culminated into one thought: 

Why do I care about God?

You see, my father is a big believer in God, like the Hindu version. He thinks that believing in something above us makes us humble, or something like that. It reminds me of a quote by Plutarch: 

“Boy’s throw frogs in jest, but the frogs die in earnest.”

The problem is, he(Daddy-o) is a big supporter of the idea of dying for his beliefs, but what’s the point of having beliefs if they ask for your life? 

Here’s a good story to go along with the previous statement. 

When me and my dad were driving back home from a temple, we talked about all the recycled trinkets that temples give you; the worst part being that you can’t get rid of em. The particular one that my dad was complaining about was the small Nataraja(The God of Dance) that we had gotten a while ago.

“Why not?”, I asked. “What’s the point of praying to a God that you can’t recycle?” 

He said that “It’s what it represents, not what it is.”

While I agreed with him to a certain point, it only added another doubt to my mind.

 

How far could I go without possessing anything?

  

Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean material possessions only; I’m including my thoughts and loved ones in our philosophical equation. But this had made me ponder as a kid for a long time. Am I wrong for being selfish enough to be selfless? Can a priest’s wife forgive him for leaving, even though it’d be wrong to hate a priest?

And that outlines my current situation right now. I’ve decided that God is either my equal, or my inferior; definitely not my superior. God only exists because of me, and I only exist because of God. It’s like a cosmic dance, where we’re both at the mercy of each other. 

So what can/will I do believing that me and God are equal, or even one and the same?

In Hindu mythology, there have been a few characters that were aware of their divinity from the start, and even humans that were aware of such presence. I believe I’ve stumbled upon the same discovery. What if I am God, and the people around me say I’m not? Should I stop believing it? What if my stubbornness in believing such a crazy idea isn’t so crazy, and in a thousand years, they’ll talk about Aatreya, the divine retribution of God?