I have never been a religious person.

Religion has always been an enigma to me, shrouded in the mystique of mythical creation stories and ancient creeds of conduct. I never had much a religious background and my early acceptance of science and Darwinism (only certain components) seemed to discredit the likelihood of Adam and Eve.

My mother was catholic. My father was well, "Protestant" technically, but never really religious. Nevertheless, I was still baptized as a Protestant. Having never once been to church, my status as follower of the Protestant faith was short-lived.

I did go to a bible camp once when I was 7 or 8 years old. My parents, god bless them, worked long hours to make sure my brother and I never went without. When our neighbors offered to take me with their kids to a bible camp they were attending, my mother accepted the offer. I think her reason for accepting the offer was two fold. I think she first saw it as an opportunity for me to get out of the house and while being supervised for a couple hours but upon further consideration probably saw it as a way to warm me up to the idea of religion. After the conclusion of camp that week I asked my mom to never send me to one of those again.

I want to note that this post is no way meant to trivialize religion or denounce those who are faithful to a certain set of beliefs. Rather, this post was meant as a reflection on my own beliefs. Although I do not necessarily believe in God as a figure head per se, I do believe that there is a greater being out there. There is no doubt in my mind that there exists an omnipresent spirit with the capacity to maintain a certain set of checks and balances. I am a huge believer in karma.

What goes around comes around...