I Had A Very Supportive Family Environment

There's No Right. There's No Wrong. There's Only Popular Opinion.

I Had A Friend Who Worked At A Hospice, And He Said People In Their Final Moments Don't Discuss Their Successes, Awards Or What Books They Wrote Or What They Accomplished. They Only Talk About Their Loves And Their Regrets, And I Think That's Very Telling.

I Didn't Understand This Idea Of A God Who Says, "you Have To Acknowledge Me. You Have To Say That I'm The Best, And Then I'll Give You Eternal Happiness. If You Won't, Then You Don't Get It!" It Seemed To Be About Ego. I Can't See God Operating From Ego, So It Made No Sense To Me.

I Was Very Curious About The World Even At A Young Age, And I Don't Know At What Point I Became Aware That Other Cultures Believed In Different Religions, And My Question Was, 'well, Why Don't They Get To Go To Heaven Then?' And The Answer Was Always, 'well, Everyone Gets A Chance - Meaning At The Word Of God As It Was Described To Me Then. And That Didn't Sit Well With Me Then. But In Times Of Trouble Or Discord, It's A Great Comfort. And It Wasn't Till I Left Home That I Really Came To The Conclusion That It Didn't Make Sense To Me For Many Other Reasons.

We Made A Plan At School To Meet In Her Garage And Kiss. It Was Like This Little Business Deal. I Kissed Her And Then I Ran Home