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An 18 Year Old's Ramblings

by alexis-mayer

I believe in fate. I sound like such a sappy cliché “Everything happens for a reason” But fuck it, because that’s what I believe I like to know that everything I do is for a purpose Everything I see I was meant to see. Everyone I’ve met has pushed me closer to becoming the person I am supposed to be My life wouldn’t mean much if I didn’t believe in a future brighter than the present. If I didn’t believe I could still grow It’s called self actualization. I’m not saying I’ll reach it But I’d like to get close. I believe in fate, because I believe in God. And that shit gets heavy. And I know people will laugh at me Saying how naïve I am. Because how could a God exist in a world full of hate. In a world filled people who hate because of skin color, or who a person sleeps with at night. So much proof gives way to the idea that he can’t exist. The Big Bang. The atoms we are made from. We come from stars. No really we are made of stars. Another sappy cliché deemed true by a science that feels the need to explain everything. Every breath I take is for a reason. And every atheist in the world can tell me I’m wrong. But I’ve found purpose in this world And I think that scares people. But what scares me is having no purpose No mark to leave I hope humanity can find something to believe in whether it’s God, or fate, or karma or a combination of all three. Whatever gets you to sleep at night. Because you know what. It’s none of my fucking business. If I lived my life intolerant Well then my purpose is fucked My beliefs belong solely to myself We are all going to end up in the same place Whether we believed in it first or not.
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Jan 15, 2013
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