The  religion of human

One morning many people were struggling to get somewhere. Everyone has something to struggle with. There is something going on in their heads. Rupesh meets a man who is in such a hurry.

Rupesh wonders what is going on. Why are these people in such a hurry? Where are you going? Rupesh asks the man, "Hey, where are you going in such a hurry."

 

The man says, "Hey, don't you know? We're going to build a temple."

Rupesh: Oh, but what about the temple and why now?

That person: Oh, there is a temple, I don't know anything! But many people decide to build and complete the temple.

Rupesh: Oh, but why are you running? You don't have a temple in your village.

That person: Are you crazy? That temple is our religion.

Rupesh: Well then whose temple is this?

That person: Oh, the temples in the village were for everyone. And they say that this temple is more important than this. And big people say that something bad can happen if it doesn't happen.

Rupesh: What religion now? What new god are you creating now? Has there ever been less history in the name of God?

That person: Oh brother, you are zero. "Are you human or who are you?"

You simply don't know your religion! Go see your religion let me go. There is a lot of work already behind.

This sentence left a deep scar on Rupesh's mind. The storm of thoughts turned. And then Rupesh started finding his own religion. For many days he asked himself many questions. Who am i I am a man. So what is my religion? That person was really talking I simply don't know my religion!

After that, Rupesh read books of all religions one by one. Still, he was not satisfied. Then he read the history of each country. Still, he was not satisfied. Then he tried to add to his knowledge. Many thinkers survived, geography survived. In doing so, he visited every place he visited and traveled all over the world.

And now Rupesh knew everything. Everything in this creation was understood. He had gone to a higher level of mind.

And now he remembered the man's words again, "What kind of man are you? You don't know your religion."

And a mysterious smile spread across his face. He looked around from where he was standing. He saw at that time, a small ant was carrying one grain of food to the other and carrying it to its nest to survive.

At that time, a butterfly was engaged in storing pollen from flowers for itself.

The surrounding trees seemed to please him now. He wanted to keep that tree quiet, his only desire to give life to his fellow human beings. He could see his affectionate relationship with this earth and this living creature.

The birds' nesting for their young, their search for food, and their love relation with nature were now very clear to him.

Because now his religion was known. Because now he knew that the person who had asked him the question, "What kind of person are you? You don't know your religion!" He was smiling a lot at this question now. Because the answer to that person's question is actually in that question.

But Rupesh was now feeling sad about that person. Who told me what my religion was. And the same person didn't really know his religion.

Where is the answer, you might say? If you haven't found the answer yet, read it again.

Ask yourself questions, find answers and say them in the comments.