Your favorite question was posed by my cousin Kristen. She asked, “If you were to choose any religion other than your own, which would you choose?”
I might get lengthy here, so bear with me.
I would be a Buddhist, although whether I’d be Mahayana or Theravada, I couldn’t say. I think I’d lean towards Mahayana since they have the Mahayana Sutras, and since I like to read, an additional text is good.
Here’s why I’d choose Buddhism:
I like the idea of the Middle Way or using moderation in the extremes of self indulgence and self-mortification and also using moderation in the practice of wisdom, morality and mental cultivation.
The concept of dependent origination or that everything depends on everything else is very interesting to me as are the Four Noble Truths as they relate to suffering.
An instrument of discovery, The Noble Eightfold Path generates insights unveiling the ultimate truth of things. This technique used to eradicate greed, hatred and delusion is appealing. Don’t we all want to know the ultimate truth and goodness in life?
One of my most interesting classes in college was “Great Religions of the World”. I love learning about other religions and feel blessed that I am fully converted to my faith.
Laurie said, “If you could choose any of Snow White and the seven dwarfs to describe your personality which dwarf would you be?”
To answer this question I had to recall the names/characteristics of each dwarf. That took a long time. Doc, Grumpy, Happy, Sleepy, Bashful, Sneezy, Dopey. Let’s see: I don’t often confuse words, but I do like to lead, so Doc is in the running. I can be grumpy, but I wouldn’t say it’s a defining characteristic. I don’t think I am the bubbly over the top type HAPPY person, so that’s out. Content would be a better word to describe the happiness that emanates from me. I love to sleep, but I’m not sleepy. Definitely not Bashful. Not Sneezy. And thank goodness, not Dopey. So, this is a hard one. I’m going to have to go with Snow White. When it’s all said and done, I relate more to women. Easy peasy.
“Who is more your “type”, Batman or Robin??” is what Arizona would like to know.
I’m going to have to go with Wolverine from X-Men. Wait, that wasn’t an option was it? Oh well.
Another cousin Brenna asked, “Are you a skeptic or a believer when it come to Ghost’s? Do you believe that people from the other side visit us and try to get in touch with us and sometimes just try to scare us?”
Oh, I believe in ghosts all right.
Rosie queried, “Who is your hero? Not just any hero – but the hero that inspires you to get through the day? The hero that makes you glad to be alive and the one that stirs you to do your best?”
I’ve been thinking and thinking about this one. I don’t have one hero. My idea of a hero is a mixture of many people that exhibit or cultivate traits that allow them to overcome adversity with grace and help others to become the best they can. My hero is someone that stops to hold the door for someone who is struggling. One who smiles at strangers and brightens their day. One who volunteers their time to make the world a better place. One who experiences loss and heartache but can overcome the sadness. To me, a hero isn’t someone that executes ONE act that makes a difference, it’s one that executes many and strives every day to be a better person and make the world a better place.
And yet another cousin by marriage (Melissa) asked, “Which adult do you think your the closest to? No one your age like people our parents age.”
I guess it would have to be my dad for two reasons. One, I actually talk to him on a regular basis, unlike most people. I really rarely talk on the phone and that seriously hinders relationships if one doesn’t live close geographically. Secondly, he reads my blog, and if anyone wants to know anything about me, this be the place.