I was taught what to believe
It clouds the truth I know
It shapes my identity, perceptions, interpretations
Every aspect of what I believe
Linked to something I was told
Grass is green. Sky is blue.
Believing is much different than knowing
I know better. All is relative.
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This is a Six Word Friday post. The prompt this week is ‘this much I know’
I was just talking about this the other day with my hubs b/c we are interfaith and I struggle with why I believe so many things. I am also struggling to write about it. It’s hard to think my beliefs are because a teacher / parent / preiest told me? It is a daily journey for me to come to my real faith and my own beliefs. I do not know if I will ever get there. This was beautiful and right on the money!
Thanks, Brittany! As an adult, I discovered that I didn’t actually believe in the faith or religion that I had been taught to believe. It has been a journey to shed those beliefs and allow myself to let go and embrace what I know to be true – my truth… what feels right and fits with me.
How do we learn new things
Without being told what they are?
We can’t figure everything out ourselves
We need help. We need guidance.
Doesn’t everyone see the same colors
Or is everything different for all?
Interesting points about believing vs. knowing!
Not sure we see same colours
Sky is sometimes pink or black
Grass not always green, but brown
What I know is intuition. Instinct.
What I have been taught conflicts.
Thanks for your six word contribution!
Ah, now I understand your point
We’re taught something, but it varies
“Grass is green”, actually sometimes brown.
Not everything is black or white
There are many shades of grey
We must figure them out ourselves.
I hope that wasn’t too cryptic!
That made perfect sense to me!
This got me thinking. Hmmm…
Glad you are back to blogging. Missed ya!
Thanks, Allison! I am back, which also means I’ll be visiting again. Gosh, I’ve missed SOOO much.
“Believing is much different than knowing.” Now that got me thinking…thanks for making my brain percolate on this lazy weekend day.
I struggle with this all the time. I went to a religious school my whole life and was refuted every time I asked a question that made someone uncomfortable. The guilt clouds my judgement to this day. I have to work to make my own decisions.
This is so full of truth
And yet a complete interpretation too!
This is great! I love the concept of using only six words per sentence. Very poetic.