Worship of the Soul
I refuse to worship those who are stronger than me.
Because in my eyes, worshiping someone who is stronger than you means fear, means a mentality that, “if I am not perfect, I won’t be loved.” And that mentality and that fear can kill you slowly. Can damn you more than any words can.
I will respect and love those who are my betters, who are my elders… but I do not worship them.
But I will tell you who I do worship:
I worship those who are weaker than me; a child, an animal, a grandmother or grandfather who are no longer at their best and need help.
I worship by loving, by protecting, by caring for those who need it, I worship by serving those who are weaker than I. Who are vulnerable to others who are strong. Who can misuse their strength.
I worship by being a guardian, by being a healer, by being a supporter, by being someone who can be looked up to, trusted, loved.
I worship by being the best I can be for those I love. I worship by holding so much love in my heart, I have enough to share with everyone. I worship by holding enough rage in my heart that I will stand against anyone who would or could, harm them.
I don’t allow my own pain, my own doubts and my own insecurities to interfere with my worship. I don’t allow the rage to taint my mind, for I know that this rage is to be used only for protection and won’t be used for anything else. I don’t allow life to distract me from what’s most important, because I know that this life is limited, and everything is only temporary.
I refuse to worship those who are stronger than me. I worship by serving those who are weaker than me.
That is my reason for living.
And while that reason exists, I won’t stop fighting, and I won’t stop worshipping.
May this truth remain protected and un-warped by time.
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