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Why is it so hard to be a good person? Is it because we do not know the meaning of good? Maybe if we weren’t taught that praying to God is a good thing, to serve him is good and so on. Kids are always more receptive then adults. As we grow older, we develop a thicker skin. Always viewing anything new with a scepticism to avoid getting hurt or to avoid getting mocked. As kids, it’s easy to believe. Being exposed to “religion” at this time can be extremely damaging. We learn the definition of “good” and “bad” from a relative point of view and once you learn this, you wouldn’t want to learn something again. Would you? As we grow up, we start seeing the meaning of these two words in a different light. However we reject it and refuse to look at it because that voice in your head says, “C’mon, I already know that stuff. This is just someone trying to test me.” No, it is not a test. It’s just life. Things just happen. Plain and simple. You can choose to get involved, or stay out of it. But remember, you cannot un-see what you have already seen. So, you are already involved. What is “good” for someone may turn out to be “bad” for someone else.

I have never seen so much effort go to waste as is wasted in the name of religion. If only we could spend at least half that effort into bringing up society instead of instilling fear in our young ones. Granted, not all religions promote fear. ISKCON is built on the terms that rejects God fearing. Yet, is it really that hard for human beings to learn, act while being aware of the consequences and accept responsibilities? And if it is so difficult, why isn’t this taught in schools. I do not know how many people did this, but I was one of those people who would chuckle sarcastically whenever someone said that humans are at the pinnacle of evolution on this planet. Not because I believe in the existence of some fictional species that is more evolved than ours. But, because I believe it takes more than just being able to build amazing things to deserve the honour of placing this wreath on our heads.

I do not believe that we are a failure. But we need to waste less time and effort in believing and utilize more of it in acting…

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