To begin this journal entry, I would like to apologize for neglecting this thing, although I really don't want to do so. I have been so busy with personal life lately that I have found no other time to type.
So, to begin, today marks the first day of
Ramadan. For those of you who may not be familiar with the concept, Ramadan is the 9th month on the Islamic lunar calendar in which all Muslims are to fast from sunrise to sunset, in order to atone their sins and to be free of material distractions. Although it may not seem very refreshing or convenient, so they say, this month is holy in the sense that Satan is locked up in God's Hell, so mankind may go a month without his influence.
Basically, I am not eating until the sun is down for about 30 days, which isn't very hard granted I've been fasting for about 10 years now.
WOOHOO! LET THE STARVATION BEGIN!
Just kidding... haha.
So, the first part of this entry's title is what I've been witness to for a few weeks now. As I previously mentioned, I am on summer vacation, and because I haven't done much this vacation (I've been sitting on my tush on the computer, reading or drawing for three months), I have had time to think. I've thought through many things in my life, and in the lives of others, and I am somewhat shocked of what I see. People are allowing their lives to be navigated by subconscious mandates, never jumping outside the box that is normalization
It is partly a result of the worldwide recession - try to be creative in today's market and you end up on the street with all the other creative "losers"- but it is also from a new mentality of fear, fear of straying far, fear of rejection from society.
Is it a sin to be different? Presently, it may just be.