Recently, something that has not entered my head in a long time, entered.

I still don't believe in God. Or religion. I don't think that there is a greater power out there guiding us. I think people have such little faith in themselves that they have created this farce called "fate". In truth, the only thing that fate has created rhymes with it, hate.

I always find it interesting when people have a difficult time accepting my lack of belief. I often get asked what I believe in if I don't believe in God. Well, here's what I believe:

I believe that I am a strong person who can make things happen. That what I do is worthwhile. Good or bad. And that, I can learn and grow from within.

I believe that someone loves me for who I am. And I love them back for who they are.

I believe that my family believes in me. I believe that I believe in them.

I believe that one day, every one that I love will not be living. And that I would have spent a wonderful part of my life believing in them, in who they are, and what they are. And not believing in something that has as much proof of existence as Santa Claus. Later.  ¶ 11:44 PM