"I hope you'll find your happiness in the end", he said with a sigh.
It was a close of a discussion, blanketed in despair. It was said without hope for the real meaning of the words uttered. I smiled, amused at what he implied in his final words to me.
Our conversation was a result of a deep rooted discussion about my beliefs in god and religion. Him a devout but moderate believer, I a wavering agnostic. Earlier, when I confessed my doubts in what is considered real truth by many people, he welcomed my differences. He celebrated the opportunities to debate what might be an intellectual/faith differences.
But lately, and gradually, he cemented his conclusion with hopes that I am to eventually find my way back to religion, that finally god will open my heart. As if to imply all along, I am not on the right path.
What if, I wonder to myself after my conversation with my good friend - I already found my happiness? What if I've already found my answers and they are not necessarily found in the way he had hoped for me?
Say, if I don't take what is considered the virtuous path of many, would my decisions be any less correct, true, or relevant?
