I wish I could turn my brain off.
I hate arguing religion with my mom, I feel so guilty afterwards.
But I can’t fathom the idea of this God everyone seems to be so infatuated with. Why must I put a name and a face to a being that tells me to do everything that I already know is morally correct? I just really hope she rights. I hope there is a God, and I hope on judgment day he takes her to that heavenly oasis in the clouds and sends me to hell, just so that she won’t be dissapointed. So many people live their whole lives truly believeing that something glorious awaits them once they do as they are told. Every religions ‘God’ sounds so humanistically fabricated to me. None of it makes any logical sense; the peices don’t all line up.
Religion is the easy way out. Why search for truth when it’s so much easier to sit at a pew and pray?
It will just break my heart when no angels appear and she is taken to the same abyss that is in store for all of us tormented souls.
Can I turn off my brain now?
I don’t want to think anymore.
