I am a little bit of a cynic at heart. I do not tend to fall for concepts or ideas easily and I question things more than is sometimes wanted of me. When I was little my dad could have told me I could walk on water and nothing could deter me from an idea that his mouth had so confidently spoken. My world was his words, truth or fiction. When I turned about twelve I was not so easily convinced and many conversations were followed with "Sydney, you just have to try and understand and respect it." I have two nuns in my family so I'm no stranger to religion. My immediate family is the only one out of our collective family as a whole, who do not go to Church and who are not terribly religious. I realize now that my doubt in what my family has dedicated their lives to, is not such a terrible thing. To doubt something is only a way is which we solidify what we truly believe. I do not think it is about converting, or believing, or disbelieving, I think it's about evolving so that you change as you experience different aspects of life. Even if I do not understand the beliefs others choose, keeping an open mind about doubting and evolving from the diversity is one thing that I do not question, that my dad has taught me.
-Sydney Boucher
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My parents are religious too, but they belief another religion, Buddhacism. Sometimes I get very frustrated at my mom because she has no doubt of what she believes in. I tried to persuade her to have doubt in what she believes in, but she never listened. She thinks that if a male wears a green hat, he will be laugh by others because a green hat means his girlfriend will betray him. Isn't this ridiculous?
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