My TestimonyThis is something I wrote to indicate how I felt 6 years ago. I wasn't a very happy person and life didn't have any pleasure for me at all. I wasn't depressed, I just didn't see the point in life - you're born, you grow up, you have children and then you die - Whoopidoo. It just seemed a bit futile to me I guess, having no real purpose and having a meaningless existence. I wanted to really live a meaningful life and it didn't matter to me if I became the most successful and richest person in the world - that still wouldn't give me meaning, that still wouldn't satisfy me.More Like This
So I wasn't happy. And then my mom decided she wanted us all to start going to church. I wasn't too happy about this either, knowing that I'll be dragged out of bed early every Sunday morning, but she didn't give me much of a choice so I went.
It was dull and boring - and it was almost like torture sitting there every Sunday - but still some of the words the Pastor spoke sunk in ... I had always wondered about Go