There are times when intelligence and a high emotional quotient is not enough to solve the problem at hand. There are times when you need an anchor to keep you sane and alive amidst all the chaos and the sh*t that life brings us.
I found that anchor earlier.
I am not really a very religious person. Being the neurotic person that I am, I shun anything that will make me participate in a “group activity”. I shun anything that will require me to sing or dance or be part of a “community or legion”. Due to some past bad experience with organized church organizations, I look at anything that contains the words “legion, choir or community” through slanted, suspicious eyes. I don’t go to mass as much as my mom would have liked (she is a senior leader in their church group). I am also not loyal to one particular parish, but I have enjoyed going to the Sto Nino Parish in Greenbelt. The funny thing is, even if the church is at the midst of Makati’s Central Business District and the Ayala malls, there is still a sense of serenity and peace when you enter inside the chapel.
While I am not religious, I have very strong faith in God. I can’t function without saying my prayers…basically just talking directly to Him and telling Him how my day went. I pray in a way that seemed like I was just telling someone important my story. Before I close my eyes, I say my thanks and ask Him a small favor: that in case I don’t wake up, keep the people I love safe and happy for the rest of their lives.
I’ve been through hell since Friday night, I am fine now. After all, praying always works.