Drew this months ago.
Atheist
My name is -Harahel-, and I’m an atheist. I don’t want or need a god controlling my life; I have gotten pretty good at taking care of myself. I have given and received unconditional love that didn’t require me to go days without eating, wear special hats, or stop eating seafood. I am a body. A beautiful, amazing, powerful human body with no special, magical force like a soul to keep me living. I exist based on the blood in my veins, the oxygen in my lungs, the synapses firing in my brain, and when they stop, I stop too. At the end, I want to look back on my life and be pleased with everything I did, so much so that I do not need the belief in something further to keep me going. Nothing more, no special place in the sky where the afterlife will be wonderful, no horrible place below where I can burn for an eternity if I am bad. I am very confused by the concept of a merciful, loving being that condemns love outside of its own narrow boundaries; I don’t think I’ll ever believe that any kind of love between two consenting individuals is wrong. Without a god or a religion, I am moral; I might even venture to say good. I take care of my friends, I talk to my mother at least once a day, I delight more than anything in making other people laugh. I don’t do drugs or commit crimes or hurt others in any way. I believe in love and helping others. Above all things, I believe in the constant collection of knowledge; if I could learn every day for the rest of my life, I would never cease to be happy. I do not hate people who believe differently from me; in fact, I try not to hate anyone. (It’s something I’m still working on, to be honest, but who isn’t?)
Harahel’s life
Harahel’s life was always very comforting. Though at the time many things had been different, his name was Harry, not Harahel, he was polite, not a sarcastic douche-bag, he didn’t have to worry about where his next meal came from, and he had a real family.His father was a sucessful lawyer, and his mother a briliant surgeon. His younger sister, Lucy, adored him and he was usually on good terms with his older sister, Claire. He even had a girlfriend, Amy, she was beautiful, smart, and the nicest person Harry had ever met, they had been together for almost 2 years now and didn’t show any signs of stopping. His life was perfect.
The family took their anual vacation, this year to Piura, Peru. And within the span of a month is when his world crumbled down on top of him. They had already ocupied the beach house for 3 weeks out of their month long stay. Harrry was walking, he really didn’t have a place to go, nor did he care, he liked the quiet that acompanied him and his thoughts, he also wasn’t needed back until dinner at 6:00. His thoughts were broken when he was thrown backwards, it had been sudden, he didn’t even know what had happened until the bag was placed over his head. It clicked, he had been warned by the locals when he first arrived, there had been several kiddnappings within the past month, all
vacationers from the local resort, some even as young as 12 years old. No one knew where they went, who took them, or even why they were taken. All Harry knew was whatever was going to happen he wanted no part in it. Unfortunately the choice was not his to make, he realised this a second to late, a syringe was plunged into his neck and he could now feel the arms of sleep encircling him. Something in the back of his mind told him he would be late for dinner.
Harahel
So, for a while now I have been working on creating a charater, and I still am, but I feel like orginizing my thoughts here instead of paper. Feel free to disregard any post about him.
PLEASE REBLOG & SPREAD THE WORD
My friend Michelle Yu went missing yesterday and hasn’t been seen for more than 24 hours. Her family, friends, and our entire school are incredibly worried about her. It is unlike her to go anywhere without telling her family and she has a heart condition which requires that she take daily medication. Here is the news report about her disappearance.
Please help by reblogging this and posting on Facebook if possible. Even if you don’t live in Toronto, you may have friends/followers who do.
We just want her home safely. Thank you.
SHES FROM MY SCHOOL.
FROM MY SCHOOL MAN
FROM MY SCHOOL.
