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The Reason.

Religion is something that was created by humanity.
Humanity will never understand the reason why.
Why is the reason we are killing ourselves and others.
Killing ourselves to understand the incomprehensible.

The incomprehensible is where the fear strikes.
The strike of fear is harmful as poison.
Poison is something  green but also toxic.
Toxic can be our life, if we don’t accept the presence.

Accepting life can be beautiful and scary.
Scary it is but stars are there to shine.
Shine is what stars do to give us light.
Light is bright and it makes us feel peaceful.

~Peaceful~ is a feeling we can feel in our life.
Life is a short journey that we have to fulfil.
To fulfil our life means to love and be present.
Be present is to be alive and feel our existence.

Existence is now and will always be there for us.
Us, me and you and everyone, we are immortal.
Immortal is the soul we are, not the soul we have.

We have a body that includes a brain and it’s terrific.
Terrific it is to use our brain as a guide to find the reason.
The reason is waiting for us and there’s no more time to waste.
Wasting is something we daily do and now it’s time to change.

Μιχάλης Τράγκας


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