I have come to the conclusion that I am a spiritual person who follow Christ as his Rabbi—people could place a label to me called Christianity, the same way it was placed to the early followers, but that will not cover all what I am—and because I do not have any idea on what I am doing, I feel the need to seek the readings of wise people to help me develop my faith, my grace and my understandings of others. Sometimes I am open-minded, and some times I am close-minded. I am tolerant with people different than me, but intolerant with people who are not willing to see the other side of the fence. So I am as imperfect and immoral as before. I am lost ,and every day is a continuous search for something that most of the time I do not even know what it is.The difference is that today I am learning to love myself as a true beloved person without hiding anything or pretending to live a life that it is not mine, and I am trying, believe me I am trying to walk in this way of simplicity, but I fail most of the time.
I am a man of the ink and paper, not from the spoken word. It is easy for me to express myself in writing. Most of the times these writings are the screaming of my soul, the cries of someone who is doubting, questioning and searching. They are full of raw emotions and easily misunderstood. A philosopher of life without any formal studies. A lover of music specially the one that could tell a story of cultures, countries and people. A people oriented person without the skills to interact with others; shy and timid when the door is opened, but once out, life is easier. Full of disorganized thoughts trying to come out. I am like a messy house, after a while I get tired of it and start cleaning it. Sometimes people come to my house and realize is dirty!! Sorry!! That is just me, I promise I will clean it. But I prefer for you to know my messiness and real house, than the unreal clean and neat.
