Sure.
The people who done
the most hurt
knew they were right
in doing what they did.
But the reason they
caused hurt wasn't because
they knew they were right,
were sure they were right,
were absolutely confident they were right,
but simply because of this--
that they simply refuse to
accept the other alternatives.
Friend, this refer to
both you and me.
You believe God is fake,
I do not.
You curse him, hate him,
while to me,
he is my father.
You can't see him,
and so do I not,
Yet I believe
and you do not.
Hitler, Inquistion all
believe they were right,
and so do you,
and so do me.
What goes wrong?
Why does the pursuit of
our own defination of righteousness
became so wrong?
For you, perhaps
you find no answer.
But for me, the answer is
simply this--
the fragility,
the weakness,
the flaw,
the inner wickedness of us,
mankind.
You might disagree,
but that is what I believe,
and for me,
it explains everything.
Man seeks righteousness,
but the righteousness of
each and everyone of man
is different.
For some, righteousness is being religious.
For some, it is the extermination of evil.
For some, it is to hate and discriminate others.
For some, it is to supress what is unrighteousness.
But in every form of righteousness
lies a hidden evil within us,
a selfish human desire to
impose our righteousness
onto others.
You have your righteousness.
I have mine.
In your righteousness,
you persercute us,
Christians.
You persercute the religious fanatics,
the nerds who believe
in the righteousness of the Holy Bible.
While I in my pursue of righteousness,
believe I have no righteousness,
believe mankind lacks righteousness,
believe the world is doomed,
the world is better off dead
than filled with selfish individuals.
In my pursue of righteousness,
I searched high and low,
I examined each and every individual
I get to meet,
I ask them what's their goals.
Hey, some wanted to get rich,
some wanted to get fame,
some wanted to help others
but somehow miss their goals.
Once, I thought to be
a light that shines,
a light that illuminates others
to the path of peace.
Once, I have high hopes that
one day, this world will
not be what it is now,
corrupted, polluted, filthy.
Once, I thought that perhaps,
if I became an author,
if I write a book,
if I warn others of the pains of wars,
perhaps things would change, just perhaps.
But alas, my hope in man's kindness
only simply destroys me.
Buddhism, Taoism, eastern religions,
all of them taught about doing good,
but why are my country folks,
pratising these religions doing
all those hateful things?
War attrocities filled up
the history of mankind,
our pasts are filled with blood shed,
and the loss of life.
Freedom, democracy all comes
because someone in the past
shed his blood and lose his life.
Mankind... I think,
are like beasts,
covering under the clothes of civility.
When there is peace,
they become hypocrites,
but their hearts are in reality viscious,
cruel and ulterly selfish.
In war time, the clothes were torn,
and all the ugliness of man within,
were revealed like never were before.
I think I am a beast,
tame now only because of the peace
I experience in my country.
So you see, friend,
my search for a truly righteous man
leads me only to see mankind
as selfish, wicked beasts.
Desperation, despair all sunk in.
I question... the meaning of
me existing,
I question the meaning of
mankind existing.
I cried and I cried,
when I thought of life.
I cried and I cried,
when I realised that even if
I became a light that shine,
this light of mine would be too dim
to light up the darkness of the whole world.
So I wanted to die.
At this point,
this point in my life,
I met God.
And he became my life.
He became the righteousness
I believe in.
HE became my hope for a better world.
When I read the bible,
sometimes, I get upset by the things he did.
Sometimes, I wonder why he seems so silent.
Sometimes, I wonder why he loves me, or the whole of mankind.
When I see Christians sin,
I get upset,
why do we sin?
Why?
Why couldn't we overcome
our flesh? Why?
Temptations, giving in to temptations
become a part of life.
Were we any difference from
where we were before?
Aren't we the same,
the beasts dressed in civility?
But yes, we were different,
because we learnt.
We understand our natures,
our inablity to change them,
God is the one who changes,
God is the one who can,
at his timing,
we will be transformed in a blink.
He promise he will give us
all a new body,
a body that won't sin.
He promise to give us his kingdom,
to share and reign with him.
He promises that when he does so,
tears will forever be gone,
happiness will come,
and our sins in our previous bodies,
he promised to forgive.
So, yes, I am different,
even though sometimes I still sin,
I know I have a future,
a hope, a dream, a vision.
That somewhere in the future,
I will not sin,
I will not cry,
I will always be happy,
because this is simply
what God promises.
And so I believe.
For if God breaks his promises,
or if God was not real,
then there was no such thing
as righteousness,
so why don't I dwell in my dream,
and at least be happy with
the hope of seeing
true righteousness?
Why do people like you,
in pursuing your righteousness
destroy my dream, my hope, my vision?
Don't you understand?
Don't you see?
I will not change,
even though you write so well,
so emotionally?
For I believe in my dream,
and there is no what if,
I believe in God,
and there is no what if,
but the reason I use,
"Even if God does not exist,
I will rather believe in my dream,
than to face this ugly, unchangable
reality.",
was not to convince me,
but rather to convince you,
of my belief in my God.
Don't you see?
Don't you understand?
That God's existence in my life
is no longer what I believe in,
but rather a reality,
like the existence of my dad, my mum?
Don't you see?
Don't you understand?
That there is nothing in this world
to hope for,
or to convince me to give up
my reality.
If you want to convince me,
to quit believing in my heavenly Father,
give me something to prove me wrong,
that righteousness is in man,
and mankind as a whole,
will not hate,
will not kill,
will not steal,
or be evil.
You can't, right?
I know you can't,
because I had searched...
and I found no way
to change this world.
No way.
Because there will always
be wicked people,
and sometimes, mad ones,
no matter how much,
we, the concerned ones,
the "care about the world" ones
tried to preach and preach,
there will be people
who will never listen.
Why?
Selfishness.
Greed.
Ambitious.
Stuborn.
You name it.
Lots and lots of other flaws.
So, what hope is there left
for me in this world,
that can dispute my reality,
what can the world offers
me over God?
Nothing.
This is written in response to a poem I read by an atheist. This is a very emotional poem I write, based on my feeling, and nothing else. I hope it touches you, someway or another. I hope it makes you see the struggles of a girl in her pursue of righteousness, to come to a conclusion that righteousness cannot be found in this world, but rather in the next, for those who believe and accepts Jesus into their lives.
The people who done
the most hurt
knew they were right
in doing what they did.
But the reason they
caused hurt wasn't because
they knew they were right,
were sure they were right,
were absolutely confident they were right,
but simply because of this--
that they simply refuse to
accept the other alternatives.
Friend, this refer to
both you and me.
You believe God is fake,
I do not.
You curse him, hate him,
while to me,
he is my father.
You can't see him,
and so do I not,
Yet I believe
and you do not.
Hitler, Inquistion all
believe they were right,
and so do you,
and so do me.
What goes wrong?
Why does the pursuit of
our own defination of righteousness
became so wrong?
For you, perhaps
you find no answer.
But for me, the answer is
simply this--
the fragility,
the weakness,
the flaw,
the inner wickedness of us,
mankind.
You might disagree,
but that is what I believe,
and for me,
it explains everything.
Man seeks righteousness,
but the righteousness of
each and everyone of man
is different.
For some, righteousness is being religious.
For some, it is the extermination of evil.
For some, it is to hate and discriminate others.
For some, it is to supress what is unrighteousness.
But in every form of righteousness
lies a hidden evil within us,
a selfish human desire to
impose our righteousness
onto others.
You have your righteousness.
I have mine.
In your righteousness,
you persercute us,
Christians.
You persercute the religious fanatics,
the nerds who believe
in the righteousness of the Holy Bible.
While I in my pursue of righteousness,
believe I have no righteousness,
believe mankind lacks righteousness,
believe the world is doomed,
the world is better off dead
than filled with selfish individuals.
In my pursue of righteousness,
I searched high and low,
I examined each and every individual
I get to meet,
I ask them what's their goals.
Hey, some wanted to get rich,
some wanted to get fame,
some wanted to help others
but somehow miss their goals.
Once, I thought to be
a light that shines,
a light that illuminates others
to the path of peace.
Once, I have high hopes that
one day, this world will
not be what it is now,
corrupted, polluted, filthy.
Once, I thought that perhaps,
if I became an author,
if I write a book,
if I warn others of the pains of wars,
perhaps things would change, just perhaps.
But alas, my hope in man's kindness
only simply destroys me.
Buddhism, Taoism, eastern religions,
all of them taught about doing good,
but why are my country folks,
pratising these religions doing
all those hateful things?
War attrocities filled up
the history of mankind,
our pasts are filled with blood shed,
and the loss of life.
Freedom, democracy all comes
because someone in the past
shed his blood and lose his life.
Mankind... I think,
are like beasts,
covering under the clothes of civility.
When there is peace,
they become hypocrites,
but their hearts are in reality viscious,
cruel and ulterly selfish.
In war time, the clothes were torn,
and all the ugliness of man within,
were revealed like never were before.
I think I am a beast,
tame now only because of the peace
I experience in my country.
So you see, friend,
my search for a truly righteous man
leads me only to see mankind
as selfish, wicked beasts.
Desperation, despair all sunk in.
I question... the meaning of
me existing,
I question the meaning of
mankind existing.
I cried and I cried,
when I thought of life.
I cried and I cried,
when I realised that even if
I became a light that shine,
this light of mine would be too dim
to light up the darkness of the whole world.
So I wanted to die.
At this point,
this point in my life,
I met God.
And he became my life.
He became the righteousness
I believe in.
HE became my hope for a better world.
When I read the bible,
sometimes, I get upset by the things he did.
Sometimes, I wonder why he seems so silent.
Sometimes, I wonder why he loves me, or the whole of mankind.
When I see Christians sin,
I get upset,
why do we sin?
Why?
Why couldn't we overcome
our flesh? Why?
Temptations, giving in to temptations
become a part of life.
Were we any difference from
where we were before?
Aren't we the same,
the beasts dressed in civility?
But yes, we were different,
because we learnt.
We understand our natures,
our inablity to change them,
God is the one who changes,
God is the one who can,
at his timing,
we will be transformed in a blink.
He promise he will give us
all a new body,
a body that won't sin.
He promise to give us his kingdom,
to share and reign with him.
He promises that when he does so,
tears will forever be gone,
happiness will come,
and our sins in our previous bodies,
he promised to forgive.
So, yes, I am different,
even though sometimes I still sin,
I know I have a future,
a hope, a dream, a vision.
That somewhere in the future,
I will not sin,
I will not cry,
I will always be happy,
because this is simply
what God promises.
And so I believe.
For if God breaks his promises,
or if God was not real,
then there was no such thing
as righteousness,
so why don't I dwell in my dream,
and at least be happy with
the hope of seeing
true righteousness?
Why do people like you,
in pursuing your righteousness
destroy my dream, my hope, my vision?
Don't you understand?
Don't you see?
I will not change,
even though you write so well,
so emotionally?
For I believe in my dream,
and there is no what if,
I believe in God,
and there is no what if,
but the reason I use,
"Even if God does not exist,
I will rather believe in my dream,
than to face this ugly, unchangable
reality.",
was not to convince me,
but rather to convince you,
of my belief in my God.
Don't you see?
Don't you understand?
That God's existence in my life
is no longer what I believe in,
but rather a reality,
like the existence of my dad, my mum?
Don't you see?
Don't you understand?
That there is nothing in this world
to hope for,
or to convince me to give up
my reality.
If you want to convince me,
to quit believing in my heavenly Father,
give me something to prove me wrong,
that righteousness is in man,
and mankind as a whole,
will not hate,
will not kill,
will not steal,
or be evil.
You can't, right?
I know you can't,
because I had searched...
and I found no way
to change this world.
No way.
Because there will always
be wicked people,
and sometimes, mad ones,
no matter how much,
we, the concerned ones,
the "care about the world" ones
tried to preach and preach,
there will be people
who will never listen.
Why?
Selfishness.
Greed.
Ambitious.
Stuborn.
You name it.
Lots and lots of other flaws.
So, what hope is there left
for me in this world,
that can dispute my reality,
what can the world offers
me over God?
Nothing.
This is written in response to a poem I read by an atheist. This is a very emotional poem I write, based on my feeling, and nothing else. I hope it touches you, someway or another. I hope it makes you see the struggles of a girl in her pursue of righteousness, to come to a conclusion that righteousness cannot be found in this world, but rather in the next, for those who believe and accepts Jesus into their lives.
