Yesterday Fat Tuesday, Today Ash Wednesday, let the Catholic Fest Begin. People telling me not to eat meat for the next few Fridays. People asking if I am giving anything up for Lent.

Ash wed is here and I still can explain why it is that people allow some ash to be placed on their foreheads. Tradition I guess. I never knew of any bible instruction demanding foreheads to be smeered by some ash. Oh hell no. But it is a religion that I don't fully comprehend, and who
am I to try to stop faith? I won't, stop it or judge it, but I will maintain my opinion. They all suck, all of them. But I do understand that people need it, not all but many. Finding meaning in life becomes a lot harder when you have no idea how things began. And a sweet lie overshadows a bitter truth in many ways. Just not for me. And the truth is that I am void of truth, and I question way too much to believe. I guess I am kinda incapable of pure faith. Or maybe just with higher powers. Death and ways of death contridict too much for me. Hell does too. Suffering lives with no outlet for escape just piss me the fuck off. But these are my issues and I guess I must deal with them in my own way.