Today is the first day of Ramadan which for me represents a spiritual reset- a cleansing to help me focus and reflect on life, faith and to try to be a better person. This month also represents an unwavering belief in hope for the human condition- that we can both be better and do better if we put aside the petty day-to-day and focus on the things that matter. Our faith, our family, and our community.
Like any aspirational ideal this is not always the case. Family is far, and though I love my friends as sincerely as one can the community at large is distant from where I stand for reasons too complicated to venture into here. My complex relationship to my Maker- the questions that ebb and flow- remain, well, complex. And fasting? The act of not eating or drinking from sun up to sun down? To be perfectly honest, its hard. Just as difficult as it is indescribably beautiful to feel the first drops of water rush down your throat and travel through your body- something you have to experience to appreciate in all its beauty.
Life doesn’t become roses and daffodils this month. But I guess that’s the point. Life is not easy or perfect. But it is also to a great extent, what we make of it. Tonight I feel blessed to have another year to try to be a better person and make the most of what I’ve been given. This month will not erase my worries but it will help me refocus and strive to see them in new ways because “with all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.”
Ramadan Kareem to you and yours.