faith

My parents never let me believe in anything. The tooth-fairy, Santa … I was told that kids believed in these things until they became old enough to understand it was fiction. I was led to believe that believing in these things was hopeless because someday I would be let down when I found truth.

Oddly enough, my parents were hard-core religious folk back in the day. So, what I get from this is that I was not allowed to believe in magic-like beings who bring candy and gifts - but I was somewhat forced to believe in a magic-like being who brought loaves, fish, turned water into wine and brought people back from the dead. If my parents wanted me to have faith like most children do, they should have allowed my own discovery instead of suggesting a lifetime of critique and awareness.

I wish I believed in things and God as blindly as people do - because I rarely give myself 100% into something for fear of realizing too late that it was simply fiction.