Religion. -kacyanne. THE REAL THING.

OH MY GOODNESS I FIGURED IT OUT! Here is my long awaited essay hahahaha


Religion constantly floods my mind. I don’t know how much time I spend constantly debating what I should believe. Should I belong to some religion that has so many already established rules and beliefs, a good amount of which I do not fully believe in myself? Is it truly okay to go against what my own family considers an acceptable “religion”? As a younger child, I was influenced by my father and stepmother to be apart of the Catholic belief system, but as I grew older, and was able to realize what was really being read to me, I came to acknowledge that I did not believe in anything they were feeding me. In addition, I was directly affected by my uber Catholic stepmother who honestly took advantage of the whole “sin however much you wish (even though for heaven’s sake, we know you didn’t mean to!), then confess so you’re pure” system the religion had established. (I do not want to offend anyone, as I am not trying to make generalizations. I know that not everyone takes advantage of this system. I was unfortunately in direct target practice of sinning from my lovely stepmother). On the complete opposite end of the spectrum, I was very heavily influenced by my mother, who begged to disagree with religion altogether. I was never told anything of God, other than to, ultimately, revolt from the fact that God, whatever that may be, does not exist.
As I’ve grown older, and developed my own ideas as a person, I’ve started to believe in something different altogether. I am not an Aetheist, nor am I a Catholic. I am undefined. I have come to believe that there is a God, or higher power, that can control elements of our own lives that no mortal human could possibly control.
That being said, I get a hefty dose of grief, much from individuals who I am very close to and have very strong religious views. I think that there are so many religions out there for a reason. There are so many cultures and parts of society that there is just no way that we can all believe one firm idea. Why should some individuals be so coherent to one religion just because they were raised to believe it as a young child, who honestly has no true judgement as to what is right, what is wrong, and what they should believe other than what is fed to them through their parents and elders? At such a young age, children’s minds are so malleable that it just isn’t fair to influence someone on such a level that they grow up not knowing anything but their own “bubble” of society they live in. I see religion as a flexible, but very stable belief that society uses as a support when they need explanation to their own lives. And ultimately, I view that as the sole purpose of religion. People need explanation, and often, someone else to blame when things go horrible wrong, or so unbelievably “romantic movie scene” perfect. I think that’s the only way I’ve gotten through most of what I’ve experienced in my lifetime. As human nature, we’d like to blame a lot of what we do on something other than ourselves. Religion gives us an excuse to do so.

-kacyanne(:

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