A Student of Everything

Do you know the kind of people who say, “I study all religions”, sometimes with a cocky smile on their face?

I used to hate that kind of people.

Maybe in part because I thought they’re snobbish bastards who considered themselves better than anyone else, while in fact they had no clear, exact, true-to-your-heart-religion. I figured they had to have no understanding whatsoever regarding religions they studied (because the more you have, the bigger the chance you don’t understand one bit of them correctly, right?). I even sometimes thought that the only reason they did it was because they couldn’t commit themselves to one, that it was all a big fat excuse to free themselves from routine religious obligations (mass every week, fasting, etc).

So, it kind of startled me at first when I realized I was becoming more and more like them.
Well, about it, all I can say is this.
I can’t help it.

I know, some people may think of me as unfaithful, un-loyal, un-devoted, someone who serves more than one master.
But again,
I can’t help it.

I can assure you, I’m as loyal as I can be.
But the problem is, He who I’m loyal to, is found in all that places.
Not just in religions, but EVERYWHERE!
Even in the beaches, some lame fiction, a poem by an atheist, or real people.
There are signs of Him everywhere.

I do love my religion, but only because I happen to see Him a lot in it; just like I see a lot of Him in other places.