I have off school today.
Yet, here I am, at 7:28 AM, writing a journal.
Life is slowly getting better, after all that drama from a few weeks ago. I haven't cried in a little while, which is good; and aside from writing a nasty letter in my diary about him (along the lines of, "I hope you're happy with what you've done to me, you shit", "you fucking prick", etc.), I haven't really thought about A at all. I think I might tear out that page in my diary though, I don't like it. Mainly because I shouldn't be mad anymore, the situation's over and done with, and there is nothing more I can do. We're on separate paths now, walking towards separate destinations. Maybe somewhere down the line our paths will intertwine, but for the moment, I'm not going to even think about it. There's other things I have to worry about.
I got around to thinking in church yesterday about something a classmate of mine said to me. This particular classmate criticizes me for being a member of a religion that has no holy text, no saints, no concrete place of worship, no pope (he's a catholic Christian, obviously). We were arguing about the validity of Wicca as a religion, and he said, "Well I'm sorry, but I can't say your religion is valid unless you have archaeological evidence." I didn't say much after that because I didn't want to get mad, but it did get me thinking about people's faith in their respective religions. When did evidence suddenly become the basis for religion? What ever happened to just having faith? Like, what would happen if people proved the shroud of Turin or some other relic to be a complete forgery? Would Christians just drop everything and leave their faith? For me, I don't need concrete facts to have faith in my religion, because the facts are all around me. When I look up at the moon at night, I see the face of the Goddess looking down at me. That's enough for me to have faith. I think I might give him this quote to read and think about...
"If you take [a copy of] the Christian Bible and put it out in the wind and the rain, soon the paper on which the words are printed will disintegrate and the words will be gone. Our bible IS the wind and the rain." Herbalist Carol McGrath as told to her by a Native-American woman.
Anyway, I got Utada Hikaru's new album, "Heart Station", yesterday. It's amazing, I love it. <3 My favorite song is "Prisoner of Love". Here's a clip from the MV: