Life is full of misleading thoughts and words, full of fake people and places. I fell in love once, and got broken for it... Then fell in love again only to be broken... Again. The pattern of love and life still continues, but I still believe in love.
I stopped believing in religion, practiced at least, after listening to almost every preacher I'd ever heard bend the scripture to his will, and therefore learned that we can't rely on others to guide us, rule us, or be why we do anything.
I watched a preacher preach of loving each other, while he watched a woman beat a girl's arm red for whatever reason she had. I heard a preacher preach letting God judge, while he let slander go for anyone who was not following The Bible to the letter. I was told by someone I'd known a long time that I was going to Hell for not being straight; this was a supposed God-fearing, all loving woman.
If we let an imaginary religion, forged from the minds of a fearful people be what leads us in our life, then we are not living but losing. I want to live my life for me, not my parents, not my brother, not god, or the crazy man who believed he was his son. To let your life be lead on a thread that's been cut, and tied to fit another man's will is no better than seeking love for nothing more than the feel of someone needing you; having someone in your life to know you have the power to take something, if not everything from them.
By SaphiraFlames.