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Blessed are you who renounce religion knowingly

It is a realization that a man does not need religion to live. There is a freedom experienced by those who come to that conviction. That's what I call luck here.


Look at the religious people around you. It's evident to understand how narrow their way of life and thinking is. 

If you associate with such people you can see that when they talk to you, they judge the lives and interests of others based on their religious beliefs. 

The religion of our parents becomes our religion. That is how religious people are born here. Later in life, there are those who think it is an unnecessary thing and give it up, and those who think it is something great and follow it and live according to it.


Basically, man does not need any religion. But there are those who think that this is necessary while living as a part of a society, and only to avoid being isolated from that society. 

This is the main reason why people hesitate to leave religion. The thought of being thrown out of many relationships such as family and friendship scares some people. 

There are many people who have lost many such relationships because of apostasy. It hurts to think about them. 

There is only one thing to say to people who have come out of the system of religion in life. This freedom we experience is the greatest joy and peace we get.


Wishing you all to have a great day.

Thank You :)




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