I believe in something. Or should I say someone? A higher being perhaps? Anyway, I believe in it, but I don’t believe that it should be the focus of my life; that if I follow a set of rules that I should be given the gift of an extraordinary “afterlife.” I believe I am a good person without it-without religion. I love how it helps people find themselves and guides them towards living a better life, but I am living a good life. I don’t need rules and guidelines to steer my moral compass towards true north or to save me from a life of misery. I can do that myself. Religion is, to some extent, elitist. I do not and cannot have faith in something or someone that places “believers’” well being before those of those who don’t believe. I have faith in myself and that I can be a better person, the best person I can be without relying on a higher being.

The bottom line is that I find church boring; I can’t wake up that early on a Sunday morning, I can never hear what the priest is saying and I’m easily distracted by the well dressed women. I don’t pray. Not because I don’t believe in God, but because I believe in fixing the problem myself or by letting it play out as it should and accepting the consequences. I don’t kill, steal (anything other than pens and pencils), disobey my parents and sin in general, not because the ten commandments tell me not to, but because I know it’s wrong.

I can’t handle religion right now. I don’t have the galls to take that leap of faith. I’m too skeptical, scared or faithless. I’ve told people closest to me about this and they shudder and wonder why I’m like this and what made me like this and I tell them “God made me like this.” 

To post what’s on my heart or mind and that’s what terrifies me the most.

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