The Why

I was born on church property, raised by just my Rasta mom who adhered strictly to a pescatarian diet. Instead of school books, the first books I learned were Bible stories. That was how I could read, and that’s why I was always a strong student in religious education.

When I was eleven, I lost my best friend. That is the first time I can remember crying for someone who would not come back. I was changed by that moment. I started praying in the evenings and I have never really stopped praying since.

That being said, I do not profess religion. I imagine there is something more to life than this one, but the truth is I do not know. What I do know is how to apply a simple rule: treat people how you want to be treated.

I have always been an overthinker, always in my head. My faults and insecurities have taught me about grace, compassion, and some understanding that we all have our burdens to carry. If I have ever disrespected or hurt someone, it has never been intentional. It usually comes from my need to get to the truth. But, if I am wrong and you tell me, I will simply apologize.

I do not strive to do good because a book tells me to. I strive because I choose to. Because I want to. I can be okay with anyone’s faith, all I simply ask is that you respect mine.