I’ve been feeling a little discombobulated of late. It is amazing how isolating it has been to be alone in one’s religious beliefs, surrounded by people whose religion informs them that I am anathema and destined for hell. I long to have a like minded person in my life to talk to and openly express myself. But more than that, I wish I could be open and honest with the people who are most important in my life, my family. I envy the freedom with which my Christian acquaintances express their beliefs, as though it would be unheard of to challenge them, whereas my thoughts are unwelcome and unwanted. I am sick of it all, the charade, the game, the half-lies and partial truths I am forced to use less I upset the religiously informed sentiments of those around me.
I want the truth, I want it just as badly as these Christians want the truth. No, in fact, I am certain I want the truth more than them, for they do not want to know the truth about me, as the lies are more palatable to their ears and present a more pleasant alternative, whereas I am comfortable accepting them whatever their particular beliefs be, so long as it constitutes no threat to myself or others. They proclaim their longing for truth, and indeed their savior is declared to be truth, and yet when presented with the opportunity to acknowledge the truth, they turn aside and embrace gentler falsehoods to ease their minds of the discomfort which truth too often bears.
Cease this senseless bigotry, and let me be who I will be, a truth seeker before gods and men.