god created the world

Question Everything in Life

I was born into a Christian family. We went to church on Sundays and I would go to bible youth groups and things like that. When I was growing up I had a neighbor friend whom I wanted to try to be better friends with, so I begged and begged my mom and dad to let me go to her school. She went to a Lutheran school.

She had been going there since kindergarten and had already established a clique by the time I got there during my 2nd grade year. So as you could imagine, I was an outsider and practically ignored by her at school. I was left to make friends of my own. (Side note, we also had to attend chapel every Wednesday and I was told by my mom that the pastor said if we didn’t donate more money, they wouldn’t allow us to go anymore).

So anyways, I stayed there up until 5th grade and was so unhappy there that I left for a public school as soon as 6th grade hit. At this point, I still believed in god, but not as much though. I couldn’t figure out why kids treated me like crap because my family wasn’t as rich as theirs.

But it wasn’t until sophomore year in high school (zoology class) that I started to question things. And it was actually brought on by a question the teacher had on a paper. It asked: “How do you think the world was created?” I answered: “God.” The next question was “Why?” And that’s when I struck a complete blank.



In that moment I started questioning everything I knew about the world. No one had ever asked me this, so I didn’t know. You don’t get a lot of “Why’s” in religion, you don’t question things; you just accepted them.

So after this revelation, I went online and looked up so many things on religion and soon found out that I’m Atheist and had to tell my parents. To say the least, they weren’t happy and thought it was a phase. But no, this was not a phase. I had finally opened my eyes and saw the lies I had been told all my life.

It was such a simple question, but sometimes that’s all it takes. You need to ask yourself “Why” to EVERYTHING in life.

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