I was born into a religious family, and I was raised into believing that God’s will preponderates over everything. That whatever happens, no matter how big or how minuscule, is in accordance to God’s will. That if God wants you to succeed, that if God wants you to pass that exam or that job interview, then, no matter what, you will succeed. And that, likewise, if God wants you to fail, then, no matter what you do, no matter what your plans are, you will fail.
That He is the One who knows what’s best for you. That from the moment you were conceived, or even from the beginning of time, He has laid out a plan for you. Every step, every skill, every score, every job, every relationship, God has already decided for you.
That you have a purpose in life. That you were born specifically to fulfill that purpose, whatever that may be.
And that you gotta have faith, that whatever happens to you, is for your own good, and is for the best, because God has planned that for you.
Well, somewhere along the way, I lost that faith, and I stopped believing. How that all happened is a story for another day. But, for now…