Religion
I border on atheist because, I look around me and I see so much. I see humanity killing each other over the most trivial of things. I see humanity's ignorance. Ignorance that leads to such killing, ignorance that leads to hatred based on the most superficial of differences, a desire to discriminate, to inflict harm upon another group because of those differences.
I see suffering. I see pain. I see children being beaten. Neglected. Molested. Abused. I see women being raped, being beaten by their husbands. I see people living on the streets, begging for money, barely making it.
And through it all, I see and I hear them cry out, to ask for someone to make it stop, to help them. But it never does.
I understand religion. I understand the desire to wrap yourself in a blanket. The comfort it brings you, to believe that there is someone watching out for you, protecting you. I understand the desire to surrender the process of thinking to someone else. I understand the pain of just living, and need to find comfort, a brief respite of in this world.
And I understand the futility of it all. The emptiness it causes when you truly look into yourself, and realize that all you hold dear, all you want to believe, does not seem real.
I had been baptized and confirmed into the Catholic Church, although my family was never that spiritual. But, growing up, I struggled with faith, struggled with the pain of my family life. And I struggled with my spirituality. With my faith. As a teenager, I became involved with counseling, helping other kids around my age deal with there experiences. And I saw pain and suffering. Without telling too much, I can tell you that as part of it, I befriended a girl who came from an extremely abusive home, who had been raped by someone she trusted. I saw a guy who’d had three people he cared about kill themselves, all within a year or so. I saw a girl who had, due to a mistake she made and her use of drugs, caused the death of a friend. And I heard of other horrors, other instance of pain and suffering. And I saw absence. The absence of any higher power, of the loving God of Judeo-Christianity shielding them from these horrors. I saw people. Mortal, flawed human beings who did everything they could to pull these people back, to try to fixed the damage caused while god turned a deaf ear to their suffering, ignoring their cries to make it stop.
And I asked myself, why? Why would the supposedly loving god ignore these people? Why would he let this happening. And then I’d get some cop-out answer of humans having free will, which really meant that it makes no sense and people need to justify that absence. For if God exists, free will cannot. And if free will exists, God cannot. Because the two are mutually exclusive, as omnipotence means knowing something is going to happen. Which means that what happens becomes predestination, and the choice to do something is removed from the equation. For knowing something will happen ensures it does happen. A sort of predestination paradox. A type of self-fulfilling prophecy. Which means that God, if he exists, let it happen.
One cannot stare into the world around them, look at the pain and suffering indicative of humanity, and not walk away jaded and cynical.

