Deep Thoughts for the Day: God

when i was 4 or 5 years old i asked my mom what god was. i was totally clueless. she told me god was like santa claus or the easter bunny. a fairy tale some people choose to believe is real.

as a little kid like that, mom being the only omnipotent and omniscient being in my world, i just said oh, okay. and went on my way.

later on when i got a little older and began actually discussing theology with some of my friends i'd sometimes find myself envying them. all those other kids whose parents had brainwashed them into believing in god. i'd sometimes even find myself wishing my parents had done the same to me. thinking sometimes my parents had done me a great injustice telling me the truth. that if only they'd lied to me, i could've been a happy person.

even remembering it, there's a tiny part of me that doesn't really care about what's true and would prefer to blindly believe in happy lies. like infinite love. answered prayers. everlasting heaven. someone to save me while i'm alive. and a beautiful paradise to go to when i'm dead.

so now i'm all old and adulty. and i don't really mind the truth. in fact, it kinda make me feel a little superior to all those dumbasses.


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