I was raised by an amazing women. She was a devote Catholic throughout adolescence and attended mass regularly. As she matured and went to college she stopped going to mass to explore other religious ventures. Christian revivals in people backyards with lots of song and dance. Or even other ways to become more spiritual: Thai Chi in the park, Drum circles, art classes, yoga, etc. In her 30's she found herself becoming a mother and wanted something to pass on to her children. So the taught them respect and reverence by taking them to Catholic mass. They learned at a early age about sacrifice, chastity, and confessing your sins.
Being one of her children raised with the privilege to see many different forms of spirituality I am comfortable to create my own level of religion and peace. I do not go to mass, but I still remember kneeling in prayer beside my mother and brother. I do not go to confession, but I do feel the need to speak my sins aloud to cleanse my guilty heart. One thing I do, every year, since I was just a child, is celebrate Lent. I like knowing I can still sacrifice something I put value on but maybe don't appreciate for 40 days and 40 nights. Its the least I can do. Really giving up coffee for Lent is the least I could do. But I enjoy Lent. It reminds me to be grateful of all the little things. So when I say "No I cant drink that, I gave coffee up for Lent." and you reply "Fuck Lent." you might as well be saying " Fuck you, fuck everything you hold dear, fuck tradition, fuck your family, and fuck anything I don't understand."
In conclusion: I am happy with who I am and what I believe. I am at peace with my religious stance and am not worried where my soul will end up. Are you? Or do you claim a religion to your family and not to your friends? Fuck that. Fuck being fake to please others. I am who I am and dammit I am stubborn.
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