A moment of doubt.

It is alright to have moments of doubts. Like a lost soul with a waivering spirit. In a moment of suspense and confusion. We question what are we waiting for and we do not know our direction. A moment of frustration and groping in the dark. Searching for a truthful hand to put us out. Where is GOD or our creator? Light the way and let us find you. Make it simple and sweet and lets not play the cat and mouse game. It is a waste of our precious time.

We have our moments of doubt but in some days, we are cystal clear of what we want to do. We can see clearly like when the rain is gone but cloudy sky will return and again, we are lost in the pitch dark. What? There must be a GOD or a Creator. If not, how can there such perfection in our human body and in the working of solar system and nature. It just cannot exist by itself. Of course, there is the theory of a " big bang" and evolution of human beings through thousands of years but with such perfections. Or is it imperfections?

Should we be having one one eye or one ear and one hand? Are we perfect or imperfect? If we are born in an evironment which operates in the same way and everyone looks alike, we are normal. We look the same and behave in the same manner. We cannot be the rejects or the imperfect ones, right?

In the insect world, the insects are perfect isn't it? We are the imperfect ones, trying to kill them all the time. To the insects, their basic survival is to preserve the mother Earth while the Human beings are the one trying to destroy it and yet, we are supposed to be the perfect one with conscience. It is such an irony.

We have feelings and conscience while the insects and the animals have only one purpose is to live their life in a simple way and with one purpose while the perfect one continue to search for the truth. What is the truth to the animal and insect world. They don't have troubling thoughts and some animals can sit there for the whole day doing nothing except finding things to eat. No worries about money and Nature provides for them. For some insects, there continue to move the whole day and doing the same action in a repetitiously manner and not getting bored. Yet, our fellow human beings struggle in a rat race , killing each other, getting dieases , depressions and suffering the world day by troubling thoughts. Is this perfection?

There are many ways to look at a thing. It is a matter of perception. If we believe it, it is the truth. Our vision is very straight forward and we do not change our view easily. Is this the problem? Are we the perfect one or the imperfect one.

Namaste.