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Sunday was slipping into the horizon when I knocked on your door. Your door was always open but I still knock every time. You always ask me why I do, and I always shrug you off. I made myself comfortable as conversation drifted to church and religion. I told you about my morning spent at church.... and you told me how you didn't approve of any of it. I told you I was skeptical myself. 

You pounced.

"Well, why do you go?"

I thought about it a moment... searching for the right words.

"Because... I figure maybe one day I'll get saved, and I'll be happy. Have you ever noticed how happy they are?"

You thought about it a moment, glancing towards your computer. You have a way of making such complex thing so simple. So simple that you put them in a way that I never seen before. You looked back at me, with that familiar mischevious glint in your eyes. A smile spread across your face.

"I am happy... don't I look happy?"

I shook my head, trying not to smile. 

"Besides," you continued, "What do I have to fear? The Almighty Forgiving?"

I snicked uncontrollably.

"Seriously. If He forgives everyone, why do people still go to Hell?"

"I never thought of it like that..."

"Never? How!? It's the basis of the religion!"

For a spilt moment I felt ridiclously mindless. I didn't have an answer... only a sudden feeling of uneasiness.

I wish I was as witty and unyielding as you are. You form your own opinions without giving a second thought as to how things should be. I wish I shared an ounce of your carefree nature. For a second I would like to walk in your shoes and see the world as simply as you do.

Maybe then I'd really be happy.