As a teenager my Sunday mornings frequently began in a recurring nightmare of my aunt waking me up and telling me that it is time to get ready for church.

Sadly it wasn’t a nightmare, it was my reality. I hated waking up early on one of my days off from school and listening to two hours of some off-key singer singing about his faith, and I hated hearing the ramblings of some old guy in a suit who always asked us for 10 percent of our money or even more.

Nonetheless I had to still go because this is what my caretaker believed to be true, so I was forced to believe it too. I don’t have to explain the reason as to why I still hate Sundays.

As I grew older I realized that it wasn’t for me. I didn’t believe in anything the singer sang or anything the old guy in the suit said, so why was I forced to go based on some other person’s religious beliefs?

The fact of the matter is that there are hundreds of religions in this world, and all of them believe their religion to be 100-percent true.

The worst part about this is that all these religious groups think that what they are doing is helping us and bettering us when really all they are doing is confusing us.

For a person to truly believe in something, they must discover it and be passionate about it themselves not be “guided” to it.

Some people are perfectly happy and content with the way their lives are; they don’t need someone else to tell them how to live.

Walking up to someone and forcefully trying to get them to view the world the same way you do isn’t faith, it’s arrogance.