This will be short and sweet. It took me almost 40 years to realise I don’t believe in God.I was raised an Anglican,went to church regularly, but even as a child I questioned everything I was being taught, keeping it all too myself, of course. I have two boys, now 16 and 12. My oldest boy had questions as I did, but unlike me, he did question openly.
He summed everything up for me when he was 13 years old. He said,Mom, we should all be good people because we want to be, not because being afraid of going to hell.
That is what I live my life by now,trying to be the best human being I can be,just because I want to, not because of some punishment or reward at the end.
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