(Strong Language Ahead)

For me, it was a combination of endless questioning and a bit of mental trauma...

The first kick in the head was a friend of mine who always asked me why I never believed, and I never had a good answer for him. So he asked me just to try, even a little. And I did, I tried it, and then he died. Gun accident, either intentional or just pure bad luck, but I asked myself, why would God send someone to convert me, then let him die/possibly succumb to his crippling depression and PTSD?

Then I started getting heavy into science, learning how the universe worked, finding answers to the questions I had that made sense. I was always a kid who asked questions and my dad always did his best to answer with reason.

And then my dad died when I was 21, I had to be the one to come home and find him first. It took me years to get over that...but I told myself after that, "If Gods plan for me was to take the biggest person in my life away from me, then he can fuck right off out of my life".

Since then I've been pretty anti-spirituality all together, and very skeptical of radical claims and superstition. To me, we are most certainly here by chance, nobody gave us a right to live but nature, and our very cells. Lets make the most of it here and now, and cherish those who we have in our lives. The people we love may die but their memories will never die as long as you don't forget.

So how about you guys?