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Insight eighty-nine

Sociology brought the question - do you believe in god?

and i have the answer. no. i do not. and there, of course, it a story.
i used to believe in a being, no necessarily a god but a larger someone who has some say about what happens in the world. i used to pray or talk to the skies and ask for help, talk or anything to help me in times i felt i had no one.
that one day i prayed, for her to be okay, i wished and prayed with the tears down my face and emotions cracking in my voice. i prayed for her life and her health.
they weren’t answered, ignored and forgotten and left me and so many in a wreck.
since i haven’t believed that that being could have let such a perfect young girl be taken like that. they do not exist and i do not believe.

from the future 

I hear the sadness in this post and I aim not to intervene with previous writing. However I am conscious of how this definitive answer may be interpreted. My relationship with faith has never been strong. I sit in a place of acceptance and curiosity in faith, seeing the community it brings, and the way it can be manipulated. This path continues to be intrigued in religion and utilising areas of many within my life - building a central goal of wholeness and peace.

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