People often ask me if i believe in god, Santa Claus, ghosts. but no one ever asks if i believe in believing. when I’m burdened with a task of believing in anything i have to let all my years of training in reason, intelligence, wisdom, inquisitiveness to rest. This is something i find most difficult to do.

From childhood we are made to scientifically and logically develop our views. We are taught that for a premises to be true it should have grounding in reason. If there is no proof there is no truth. We are trained to our five senses so rigorously that anything which fails to satiate them is non-existent, an illusion- something that is to be casually dismissed with a smile. Gradually we become slaves of the five senses, never attempting to search the sixth. We have to hear a person moan before we conclude how unhappy he/she is, we have to have someone express themselves for us before we realize what we are doing to them. We become apathetic to things we fail to see. We always need someone to work for us, think for us, act for us. We are so bound to our tangible knowledge that we fail to see beyond or beneath it. All our childish fancies- a product of far fetched imagery of carefree mind gradually become a thing to shy away from and we succumb to one and the only god- reason.

The wiser we grow the farther we get from the transcendental act of believing. We end up weighing pros and cons of every situation by a systematic logical reasoning, every time losing the link beyond our senses.

You’ll be given a hundred reasons not to believe in ghosts, Santa Claus, telepathy, horoscopes, the tooth fairies, speaking stars because they are non existent. But why don’t they exist? Only because we have no proof? Its because we think we need them no more. Gradually we lose our capability in the act of believing, how to perform it. We grow skeptical of every next thing we come across, every next person we meet. People forget to believe in themselves,in their loved ones, in their capabilities, in the potential of their existence and amidst such despair belief takes a ceremonial status.

It is only when destiny shocks us, when we suddenly discover the futility of our acts, when nothing seems reasonable, when no reason comes to our rescue do we want to believe in something. It is only then we find ourselves stripped of belief, the higher self, the inner god. It is then we act as passive recipients of inevitable pain unaware of the methods that may allay it. It is then we want to go back to our childhood when we believed; in fairies, Santa Claus, ghosts- and believe that there is a higher power called God. With this discovery we discover our true self, we discover a fairy world.