Love Laugh & Organize

Since Easter Sunday and Good Friday are right around the corner, it is that time when I reflect on my own religious affiliations and why I have not been a better catholic. I also always get into a discussion with myself about what it means to be religious and the point of religion. I always come up with the same answer: Hope.

We are born into this world, we live our life, and then die. To know that you live your life to the fullest only to have it come to a halting stop scares even the toughest people. Religion give people hope. Hope that living a good life will result into eternal happiness, Hope that treating people with respect is an investment to pay for admission into heaven.

This is also a time when I question my religion. Whether or not there is really Hope in this world, "Will i have a happy family? Will I be on my deathbed without regrets? Did I really make the best with the time I had?" Also, questions such as, "Whats the point of hoping for a better world when the world we live in is so fucked up? Praying can only go so far when racism still infests our society. Where is God/Hope when my loved ones died?"

These questions arise from the absence of Hope. People, including myself, want to see, feel, and know that Hope exist as a real and tangible life goal as opposed to an abstract way of life.

In honor of the religious events and existence of colonized oppression, I found this spoken word piece that exemplifies some of the internal struggles I deal with when it comes to religion and colonized oppression. Enjoy




Looking in the mirror,

-DM