Absurdist Awakening: Embracing the Chaos of Existence
A journey to the void where meaning dissolves, yet we continue to dance with the absurd
It is easy to believe in God when life is kind, when sufferings are lesson rather than punishment. But belief is not tested in comfort, it is tested in the face of horror, in the moments when God is silent. I have always believed in God, not as a supreme being but as a father. A protector. I have believed that he tests us, but in the end, he sets things right. But does he?
Where is he when a child is violated or when an innocent life is crushed under the weight of someone else's cruelty in a war? If he is a father to all, then why do some receive mercy while others are abandoned to their sufferings? If he watches over me, then why does he not watch over them? Are they not the same as me? People say it's karma. That suffering is the consequences of past actions, seen or unseen. But if we accept that, does it mean we must stand and let it unfold? If suffering is inevitable, then what is the purpose of fighting it?
If God is the one who fights against injustice, then he must be in the one who suffers from it. And if he exists in both, then why does one suffer while the other is given strength to resist? This is where faith and reason collide. If God is truly in all of us, then why do some people become monsters while the other become saviour? And why is god always seen in the good ones if he is present in everyone?
Why does one child get a life full of love while other is thrown into suffering they never asked for? If we all are a part of same God, then shouldn't the pain of one be the pain of all? And yet, the world does not function that way. Suffering is real and in those moments it feels like God is nowhere to be found.
Does God chooses sides? If God exists, then why does he allow sufferings? And if he does not exist, then why do we long for meaning of life? These are not the questions of a skeptic, but of a believer who refuses to be comforted by half truths. I seek truth that withstands.
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Aditi Parihar
✦ Lost in thoughts too heavy to be spoken, so I write ✦
✶Writer | Thinker | Storyteller ✶
𓆩♡𓆪 Pen name: Billi
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