Beyond Sin - Transcending Misconceptions

"The shoe that fits one person pinches another;
there is no recipe for living that suits all cases."
Carl Jung,
Modern Man in Search of a Soul (1933)

Suppose you meet a person who is completely lost in oblivion due to a series of tragedies that have turned their meaning of life into something questionable and undesirable. They cannot foresee their future, just as the dead cannot see the living. The livelihood of their mind has become silent, their physical health is at stake, and their soul is drenched in a war between love and hate for God, all as a consequence of their tragic experiences. They extend their hands towards you, seeking a way through their suffering, and convey their deepest despair and most painful moments.

What will be your approach to this person?

Will you intersect your toxic cultural views with misguided beliefs and deepen the wounds of the sufferer?
Or will you do justice to your heart and reach out to their soul?

The major flaw in our social model lies in the misconceptions surrounding human experiences. Our societies, often wielding unearned moral power, should strive to understand the voice of the suffering rather than hastily concluding that they are enduring continuous calamity or living less fortunate lives because of their sins. Labeling mental illness, or any other form of illness, as "Hasad" (envy) or "Jalan" (jealousy) is a corrupted notion that continues to be normalized to this day. The idea that diseases occur because people deserve them, and making everything about sin, is a disgrace to humanity. Twisting religious philosophy to attack patients, just to give oneself a moral sense of superiority, is as harmful as a plague. It is time to challenge these harmful misconceptions, recognize the true voice of the suffering, and transcend the concept of sin, creating a society that moves beyond traditional moral or ethical judgments.

A man walked through the door,
Leaning slowly to the floor,

Silently screaming, mourning deep,
Like a body at its final sleep.

His eyes fixed on the clock's slow hand,
Waiting for time to make its stand.

Surprised by the depth of hopelessness,
Wandering alone in dark recess,

Questions answered decades too late,
Medicine fails, no cure for fate.

Now comes the time to watch for sins,
As the terrestrial gods begin,

Mouths poisoned by toxic biases all around,
Oh, how conveniently the puppets find the 'moral ground'!

He gathers the fragments of his broken sane,
And goes all-in on the final game,

Battled against his wretched fate,
Destiny reshaped by the power of faith.