Robot Syndrome
I truly believe that life is constantly testing us for our level of commitment, and subsequently life's greatest rewards are reserved for those who demonstrate a never ending commitment to act until they achieve.
That's the main thesis, and first premise to my spirituality and life. This is what I live by. I don't buy into this whole mindless religious robot syndrome, blinding believe everything I'm told. I don't put faith in some standardized set of rules and regulations that tells me to pray on the third wednesday in April at three in the afternoon just after the bells ring as the sun is rising at an angle of 48 degrees. I don't gather together each sunday morning in some special place to compare clothing either. I do however believe that if I'm a good person; if I treat my fellow human beings, animals, and surroundings with respect; if I don't lie, don't cheat, don't steal; if I'm faithful to my wife and family; if I take care of my loved ones and give back to my community; if I try each day to help somebody out and allow them to breathe easier knowing I was responsible; if I remain a positive,upbeat person that is always willing to do the right thing; if I wasn't racist or sexist; if I took the time to know people instead of forming snap judgements on their appearance; if I adopted a child in need or brought flowers to someone who wasn't expecting it; if I put a smile on a strangers face; if I left the world just a tad better place because I had lived; if I did all of this, and remained consistent with my values and beliefs of who I am, then that should be enough and I wouldn't change a thing.
And if I die and go to the gates of heaven, and st. peter tells me "Well. You lived a great life my friend, but you just didn't believe in the right god. Sorry. I'm gonna' have to send you the other way."
You know what st peter. You're right. I don't belong in heaven. I don't want to be any part of a place where the people are that fucked up in the way they view, and ultimately judge other people. If living a good life to the extent that I saw fit isn't good enough for you - then send me the other way. Besides, I'd proabably fair pretty good in a place like hell - you don't drink red wine chilled any way.