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A Casual Stroll Through Purgatory
Some thoughts on life, God, and the potential of an afterlife
Life has taken a lot from me as well as out of me, however, the one thing I’ve managed to keep through all of the chaos and confusion, is my faith.
It’s not of the Catholic, Christian, or Jewish variety — nor of any variations there within. It’s my own personal brand, custom made just for me, by me.
Just because I don’t show up to a building where people meet once a week to listen to a human being talk for an hour before putting money in a basket, doesn’t make me any less faithful.
In fact, it is faith that keeps me going on the days when everything in me tells me I can’t and to stop trying. Faith is the only antidote to the nihilism I feel when I wake up every morning. It helps combat the traumatic and horrible shit I’ve endured, seen, heard, and survived.
I’ve always believed in God or something greater, it’s just that I didn’t believe in him outwardly and openly, in a formal fashion. I attended public school and was raised by a single father who was more or less done with the church after his catholic high school graduation. I can’t say I blame him.
My mother is Native American and her beliefs must be something I inherited genetically because as far as I…
