Conflict and resolution

In preparing to make this particular essay, much to my consternation I could non immediately think approximately a impinge that may be appropriate to nor have I found virtuallything that must be worth(predicate) telling. After debating round the onerous and numerous conflicts that had already occurred in my life, thither is a particular difficulty that I had found worth telling. It would non be amiss if I had chosen to talk virtually the intragroup turmoil that had surfaced in my life the turmoil that is morality. Upon reaching the mount up of cognisance and understanding, it had been a long standing question for me whether or not I would take up the theology that my parents that had adopted or to continue impost and take up my grandparents long standing religion.The background of this familial conflict is dated when I was placid small, approximately, at the age of 9 or 10. My national turmoil then continued on when I was in my adolescent years and finally resolved w hen I was nearing the age of nineteen. My inner conflict, my sacred affiliation, had been resolved by deciding not to secure guide the two religions that were pushed to me by my elders simply I have chosen to sacrifice myself up with the possibility that religious affiliations will not be the whole way for me to come to terms with my faith in a elevated Being.Notice that I have used the term higher(prenominal) Being? I believe it to be a wise finality especially when later I would present the main reason for it. Relating this tear-jerking experience is at some degree great(p) for me. It was tear-wrenching since I remembered myself crying everywhere it a gibe of times and I remembered myself frustrated and flustered with the idea. At the young age of 9 or 10, my granny knot poked around my own feelings around the variety in religion that my convey, and eventually, my father had interpreted.Raised to an honesty policy, I found it hard to just let the topic die down wi th a fair affirmative answer. I confessed to them my confusion and my own conflict, since for at least 9 years of my life I had grown to know my grandparents religion. It was just unacquainted(p) enough and maybe too nave and unguarded. After that particular conversation, I saw my give crying in my parents room. Guessing the reason why, I had come to a realization that I had put my stupefy in a deeper fix than she was before.My grandparents are Catholics and my mother chose another religion that my grandmother was skeptical about. This particular religion still involves worshipping God but its ways are different from that of my grandparents. My grandmother and my mother had a row about it and eventually there was a rift between them. They were still in speaking terms but both of them had conveniently forgotten about the issue of religion. In fact, my grandmother tolerated my mothers decision and my mother tolerated my grandmothers opinions. This was the routine until I was abou t to enter high school years.It could then be seen here that my conflict started when I witnessed my mother crying over something that I had said to my grandmother. It seems that my grandmother blamed my mother for the state of confusion that I was in at that time. After the incident, I have learned a little tact and learned to ascertain my tongue when it comes to religious outbursts. Personally, this would have been left as is disposed(p) that I was still young and playing was my main concern. But the incident has glue on to my head for a few more years.I did not annunciate that it would take a better half of my life fighting over and pretending that I believed in what both parties were telling me. Eventually, I had taken up my parents religion for a while and I was content at that time. But as time passed by, I became restless with the mind boggling experiences that I have witnessed. Take for example my other relatives they began seeing my mother as a deviant and that her reli gious choice was highly dubitable.As an adolescent, my parents had provided me certain emancipation and other liberties to explore my own self. They may still have influenced me greatly but in this particular subject, they could not sway me from my convictions. I had given my parents religion a chance and engaged in activities that were thrust upon me. The fusses that the activities had do me forget, temporarily though, my inner turmoil. Only when I began school again that I was able to fully recover the idea from the back of my mind.During this time, my grandparents had slowly changed their opinions about my mother seeing that this change did not become destructive. But the thought kept playing in my head and it grows more vivid by the time passes by. In school, I would ask other people regarding religion and still could not find a satisfactory answer. My inquiries had taken me nowhere but deeper than I was before. It was later that Sunday service could no longish satisfy my gr owing need for an answer. It came to a point that I most became an atheist, and blamed my parents for it. The redeeming factor that came into my mind was due to the pastors statement that God loves me regardless of what I have become.This display of innate love had made me realize that there is more to life than just religious affiliations. I could even remember having a heated pass with a friend regarding my opinion. It is in my strong opinion that a Higher Being, regardless of who he/she is, would actually accept me for what I am. I do not think that my values and/or virtues would have a get link with what religious affiliation that I would take. Seeing other religious people and their fervor in proving whose religion is much better besides makes me shake my head in disbelief.The shock that such juvenile tiff could still ensue among adults, like my mother and grandmother, had led me to a decision that would not hurt both adults and would benefit me as a person. What is reli gion then? They say that religion is a certain system of belief but this definition may have been problematic still and that the problem of the definitions are still at large now (Robinson). For me, religion became a hindrance to a contented life. It made me agitated thinking that I had to choose and that I had to set myself with the restrictions and limitations that the religions have.In the end, I had chosen a path where I could actually be satisfied with. Some people would still nag me about it and some people may scorn me about it but this decision actually works in my life. It may live on too pragmatic and impermanent but this is how I could cope with aft(prenominal) the pressures that I had. I learned here that inquiries and a degree of mental rejection would not be bad especially when a decision is something that could be of great importance. Doubting should not be taken negatively but it should be embraced especially when it could help resolve things as well as finding s atisfaction in decisions and how it was arrived.Works CitedRobinson, B.A. Definitions of the Word Religion. 2007. September 23 2007. .