I will stop

 I will stop worshipping gods and goddesses, I’ll start worshipping man. The scared, weak, lost creatures is the one who needs to be worshipped. For his continuous attempts to survive in such a harsh endless maze. We were given life as a gift that what we were told. Love, laughter, happiness, success, lust and other spices were sprinkled her and there to hide the stink of our miserable existence. Why worship the creators, the givers, the mighty gods, do they really need our submission? It’s time to look after ourselves, our fellow prisoners in this ruthless world. I should be sending my love, admiration and gratitude to those who strive everyday, only to take care of those who love. The weak who keep smile in spite of all the pain, in spite  of all the unjust and in spite of all the despair. The Gods and Goddesses linger in the heavens above us, enjoying our misery, while creatively complicating our fates.  Yet, we, the perishables, struggle to save our beloved ones, we wake up every morning knowing that it could be our last day. Time does not befriend us, it cruelly chops our health, beauty and sanity. The days swirl around us, turning to weeks and years. We keep repeating our prayers with hearts too numb to beat. Our eyes are losing their sheen, our voices are losing their tones and our touches are losing their warmth, yet we don’t stop murmuring the verses, the same supplications repeated in various languages from different holy books. The frightened pray vigorously while the skeptics are too stressed, maybe too drained to think properly or raise the serious questions. It has always been about fear, and unfortunately it will always be. Tomorrow I’ll stop worshipping gods and goddesses, but tonight I have to pray.