If I stood outside and looked in through the window's frosted glass, I could believe in the pitch, the promise that no matter how much you screwed up, they would help you find your way again. That's what Judaism is all about, right?
We're chosen but lost.
Now, we have our Promised Land, everything we've lived for, the culmination of the suffering we endured for what we are. Yet, for one reason or other—politics, money, it wasn't as green as we expected—we stay here.
To the ones who made it home, we're unnatural. Strays. Because how could we forsake something that made us who we are? It's in us, and no matter how hard we try to fight against it, it will pull us back.
But, for now, we deny it, and our denial pushes us together. We build a new home—a shadow of Israel—to help us pretend like everything is normal. We worship Him the same, we keep kosher the same, and we meet together on Sabbath the same? Right?
Sometimes, it creeps up on you,that little voice, self-doubt. It whispers,
Are you..happy?
But, don't worry, that voice gets lost in the crowd, drowned out by the congregation's prayer, We're happy. He's shepherded us home.
Repeat it enough times, with enough voices, it almost sounds real.
Just to make sure, you ask your parents about the doubt, and they smile and tell you, of course you're happy.
So many people can't be wrong, your parents can't be wrong. So, you repeat it to yourself,
Of course.
But once you know the truth about who you are, where you really come from, there's no going back. There's no more parents or preachers to hide behind.
It'syou and Him.
The closest you can come, now, is standing outside a window.
All the prayers blended and the figures blurred, it makes a pretty picture from the outside.
Author's Note: Sorry if I messed up anything with Judaism. For what I got right, I would like to thank my Jewish comedy professor and Wikipedia.