I was born in a family with a strong belief in God. I followed my religion as everyone in my family did. In my college days I used to ask myself, "why am I following my religion?". Do I firmly believe in God? Does God really exist? Who are we? Why so many religions? Is everyone right? What if we all are wrong? What if we one day we come to know that we all wasted our time in praying? Whats beyond the universe? I could just keep asking myself these questions. I never got an answer.
Then I thought of believing in what I see. Believing in things I could get a possible answer. I don't know if I am right, but I know am not wrong if I just believe in humanity. Talking about being an atheist or a believer will always end up into a debate, so I never indulge in such debates, rather I just keep it to myself.
I don't know how many people are like me out there, but if you are reading this, then please let me know your thoughts. Would love to read :)
Then I thought of believing in what I see. Believing in things I could get a possible answer. I don't know if I am right, but I know am not wrong if I just believe in humanity. Talking about being an atheist or a believer will always end up into a debate, so I never indulge in such debates, rather I just keep it to myself.
I don't know how many people are like me out there, but if you are reading this, then please let me know your thoughts. Would love to read :)
