I came across the poem "The Hollow Men" by T. S. Eliot, and it honestly perfectly describes the religious practices of countless people.
We are the hollow men we are the stuffed men leaning together headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless as wind in dry grass or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar...
Its my opinion, that for most people, religion has become more about identity than conviction.
Real belief shows up in choices. It changes behavior. It means living as though your faith is true even when it costs you comfort or pride.
Comfort plays a huge role in this. Religion can offer security, tradition, and a sense of belonging. There’s nothing wrong with that, but comfort is not faith, and most people seem to prefer keepong religion as a Sunday habit.
Many people believe in the idea of belief. They like how religion sounds, how it connects them to family or community, or how it provides moral certainty. But if belief never shapes action, it’s only a claim. It’s easy to say “I believe” when nothing is at stake. It’s harder to live by that belief when it demands sacrifice or humility.
The difference between being religious and thinking you are religious is honesty. A person who questions their faith may be closer to genuine belief than someone who never does. And lets be honest, pretending is certainty easier than facing doubt.
If your life would look the same without your religion, then maybe your religion isn't really driving you.
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