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PonderingJak
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The last three days I spent stuck in a motorhome watching my two brothers at an American Heritage Girls camp. I am 14, they are 4 and 9. They weren’t there most of the time (off having fun most of the time, turns out I wasn’t needed or wanted) and I mostly spent my time reading a single picture book of Doctor Who and watching movies picked by the younger kids. I became bored very quickly and soon took to thinking about my religion. Lately, life has sucked, and has been ever since I started trying to get more involved with my faith. Turns out, life was actually fun before hand. And as I sat and thought, I realized that religion seemed like something to pacify and calm down people. And over time, whenever someone pointed out a flaw, they were quickly shushed and sent away. The questions they raised were given rational answers and dismissed. And the main reason that I thought this was because everything seems too perfect. People scared of dying? It’s alright, after they do, they’ll go to heaven if they’ve been good and spend eternity having fun. Bad things happen? Oh, it’s all part of “God’s Plan” and everything will turn out okay. And if it doesn’t? You’ll end up dying and going to heaven, so nothing bad there. You have no idea what to do? Offer your suffering to God. That’s one of the things I don’t get. You shouldn’t “blame” other people for things. You shouldn’t pass off your problems to other people. But it’s okay because there’s a being who conveniently can take all of that away. The most convincing thing I’ve seen is in this link: imgur.com/gallery/MAgQWlr . Look at that. It’s surrounded by posts that are supposed to be funny, and a whole bunch of idiocy, but this one pictures spoke volumes to me. All that wide open space, and there’s one tiny planet that apparently is the only thing worth saving. There’s a God that cares about that planet, because deep down everyone wants to be cared about, and this goes back to what I was saying earlier: it all seems too perfect. And while this doesn’t justify it, please believe me when I say that I had a whole bunch of stuff I thought about that I wanted to put down but mentally can’t put up with.