Fasting

Yesterday, I fasted for the entire day. I didn't really know why I was doing it, I just felt it very heavy on my heart. It wasn't hard to handle but it was hard to not give into the temptation of all the delicious and fragrant food I could not have. The most unbearable thing was the thought of not being able to have what I wanted qhen I wanted it. Otherwise, I felt pretty good the whole day.

I thought by doing so I would have a great epiphany about my life or God or anything but I didn't. I gave in about 10 o'clock have a couple of bites of nachos and then I fell asleep. Today I ate as normal and I still wondered what was the whole the purpose of me fasting. AND then, just a few moments ago, it finally hit me. It wasn't about me at all. It wasn't about my life or my personal connection to God. It was for someone else. It was for another who is going through a hard time, a broken road, a weary path, a torn heart, a malfunctioning body, an unsound mind. It was a sacrifice for another to connect spiritually with the universe and with God. It was so beyond me and my own thoughts.

That's pretty deep. It makes me never want to eat again. Unfortunately, I know it is not an experience I can recreate. If I try again on my own, it will be done in vain. I just hope I didn't get in the wayof it serving its purpose.