I remember when I was about 8 or 9, and questioned God's existence for the first time to my mother. She didn't get angry or anything, but she took me outside. It was spring, and it was absolutely beautiful. All of our flowers were in full bloom, birds chirping, and a wild rabbit hopping through our yard. My mom just said, "How can you look at all of this, and not at least want to believe in God?"
Because of this, I've never been an Atheist, although I lean towards not believing moreso than believing. I read up on religion quite frequently, and I really do try to see everything completely objectively - which, unfortunately, has not proved horribly conducive to blindly believing as it were.
Regardless, I sometimes look around at how beautiful things are, remember what my mother told me years ago, and think that yes, I'd like to believe that there is some divine being who put all of this here for us to appreciate, and that it wasn't just a coincidence.
I just can't.
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