Throughout generations, family traditions often weave a rich tapestry of beliefs and customs that are passed down to ensure cultural continuity. However, in some instances, individuals might find a different path that resonates more profoundly with their spirit. Such is my story, a tale of finding solace in nature over ancestral beliefs.
My father was a devout follower of Buddhism, a faith that traces its roots back to India. Despite the profound teachings and morals of Buddhism, I’ve never felt deeply connected to them. It’s not that I disregard the tenets of Buddhism; it’s just that my heart finds more resonance elsewhere.
In Japan, where my heritage lies, Shintoism, a religion deeply entwined with the land, reigns predominant. Frequenting Shinto shrines is a practice I’ve held close to my heart. The shrines often house “sacred trees” or “Goshinboku,” which are believed to guard the land. The reverence for nature found in Shintoism aligns closely with my beliefs. However, it’s worth noting that I don’t live in Japan and, as such, don’t strictly adhere to Shinto practices.
In essence, my true faith lies in the wonders of nature – the forest, the moon, the sun. There’s an unmatched serenity when I’m enveloped by the woods; each camping trip refreshes my soul, and climbing mountains feels like an organic pilgrimage, offering lessons in resilience, reflection, and self-discovery. Whenever life’s troubles weigh heavily on me, I find counsel amidst the trees and mountains. And much like how children feel rejuvenated watching the vast expanse of the ocean, I too draw strength and peace from nature’s embrace.
While I respect the religious beliefs that my parents upheld, I’ve carved out a spiritual path that diverges from theirs. It’s crucial to understand that everyone’s journey of faith is unique, and it’s essential to respect and cherish that individuality.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story.