It helps me with basically every action I take or do, helps me differentiate from what I have the right to do and what is right to do. My religion in my opinion helped me achieving all my good traits and get rid of my bad ones. Taught me that I do not live alone is this world so there is no need for selfishness, and that I am not immortal so I have to live a good life spreading love, peace, and help others if I’m able to. It also taught me that all men kind are the same and that race and believes do not make us any different, it is our actions and behaviors. It has been my first source to go back to if I ever question a path a must take or choice I must do, and helped me get through struggles that I might have dealt with in an immoral way. My religion is a sea of knowledge that I am yet not fully aware of, every day I learn something new and new discoveries are found. These sets of laws and rules helped me live a good life, not just because if I sin I will be punished, but also because It helps me live in peace and harmony with myself and …show more content…
As I grow older I feel that my understanding of life is expanding and idea of the perfect life differs. Used to be a kid that cared only about having fun every day, not wanting to think of the consequences of my actions as long as I was having fun, even it was at the cost of making others unhappy. I regret those actions today, I cannot undo the past or rewind my life, but I can make sure they do not occur again. I struggled in my life many times, so has many others I came across my life. My greatest struggle was the passing of my older brother; I remember that day to be the darkest day in my life. Felt as if my life ended with his, a part of me died with him. I was 17 at that time, and my brother was coming back from the military school he used to go to, and had a car accident that lead to his death. I was waiting on him with joy filling my heart, but he never arrived. I was in denial at the begging, seemed like a dream that I wanted to end badly, but cannot wake up from. Then, I started grieving, my eyes would not stop pouring, my mother’s and sisters’ cries through the living room, and my dad pale face. No one was aware of the other it was a state of shock, my religion answers to such case did not help me even though I tried listening. I was going through a mental suffering that hurt me more than any physical harm I have ever felt in my