The Limits of Our Belief

A question ran through my mind last night - where are the limits of our belief?

At which point do we stop believing in things and people? At which point, do we say, I'm really being naive here, expecting people to see reason. At which point, do we find out that our investment in making the world (or even our personal world, for that matter)will not be giving us, the returns we expect?

At which point, do we believe that we can't make a difference anymore? And we stop trying - and become like the cynics, we so despise?

At which point, do we decide that it's too hard to love and care for a country, a nation, a people, our loved ones, etc. and decide that it's time to leave? And become an uncaring individualist insignificant statistic, in another foreign country? Devoid of any real sense of belonging or allegiance, but entrenched in the embrace of choice, modernity and freedom?

At which point, do we settle for whatever Life throws us - and say, that this is as good as it's ever going to get? Why take the risk that things might be worse - or why take the risk that things might be better? It's hard to change the world or our world - why not just alter our expectations of it?

At which point, would we discover that our attitudes lead us to live Life like walking corpses - for all intents and purposes, dead - but physically alive?

At which point, shall we realize, that we're using our minds wrongly, most of the time and we almost never use our hearts, for fear of disappointment,...or happiness. And too often, that we choose to walk away, when we should just take a stand.

At which point, do we stop opening the doors of God's blessings - simply because we choose to believe that there is nothing better beyond that door and all the things we could ask for, is already in this room? Where we can't even see problems for what it is and we redefine it into a simplistic "that's life" conclusion?

We all have different limits for our belief and our striving for it. What if most of us have reached it, unconsciously perhaps, in the busy flow of our everyday lives?

And what if the remaining minority, is tired and wants to join in, with the rest of the walking dead? To stand with strength in numbers - in a big invisible mass grave. Hell on earth, coloured by the expectation of others in our family and society, beautiful infrastructures and riveting distractions and materialism, for the willing and intoxicated. And time which never seems to stop, in a city which never seems to sleep.

At which point, would we realize, that the death of belief in our hearts, is the death of God, in our world? And the Devil would have succeeded - in making God's finest beings, lose their way.

For which of His blessings will you take, when you don't believe in His generosity anymore? What is the point of Prophets and saints, whom you will turn a deaf ear to? What is the point of having doors, which you will never bother unlocking?

Maybe Man does not deserve heaven, both in this world and the next, for he is such a wretched, ungrateful being, that deliberately underplays his own true value. For the worst form of blindness - is the blindness of the heart.