Always in pursuit of something, that’s my state of mind.

(My semi-unpopular opinion about marriage, religion, et. al.)

A few blogs ago, I have an entry that discusses what I want my marriage to be like but it failed to give the deeper perspective as to where I’m coming from in this matter.

Unlike other Catholics, I wasn’t raised to be a devout catholic. My being religious stopped when I transferred to a non-sectarian high school. And studying in UP opened my eyes to the possibilities of being an agnostic. I am only a catholic when I fill out forms.

I believe in a God; the presence of something greater than all of us; to whom I feel I should be grateful for my existence and for each day that happens to me; to whom I owe the explanation of Love, Justice, Peace, Equality and generally being Good.

What I do not believe in is a religion that discriminates against other religion. What ticks me are those devotees who discriminate against devotees of other religion. It really irritates me when religious leaders use their influence to sway their followers to vote a certain way; when religious leaders try to influence the government by issuing some certain statement; when religious leaders don’t allow a woman to have the option of family planning; when they discriminate against gay people; when they boast of being good but they themselves become corrupt.

I’m not saying that all religious people are hypocrites but some are.

To me, believing in God is separate from having a religion.

This lengthy discourse is only to give one reason why I don’t dream of walking down the isle.

Last week while I was away for a raket, Josua texted that he has a surprise for me so I should hurry home. Since he was still recovering from flu, I thought twice about the fact that he must have finished the table I’ve been asking him to do. Also, since it’s not within our budget, he wouldn’t buy me the bike I want. So I was lost for anything that he might get for me without much effort and expenses.

When I arrived, he dragged me to the upstairs terrace; where at the very corner was this little tiny kitten that looked exactly like our Silim from Boracay.

I was instantly teary-eyed. I so miss Silim. He was the sweetest little thing I’ve ever known and leaving him behind was difficult.

Now, I’m to get to know this new Silim, wish that he’d be as sweet.

We were getting to know each other smoothly, when an issue suddenly came into view. Our new Silim is a girl. A fact that we have made clear about owning a cat – to make sure that it’s a boy such that it won’t propagate. We’re keeping her anyway, but Josua’s renamed her Selena, but I still opt to call her Silim.