I've been to church since i was in my mother's wound. I was baptized, confessed, and then i did my first comunion. After a couple of years, I had to change the priest for a shrink.
My confessions take place not in a wooden room without ventilation, but in an air conditioned room with a cozy sofa.
After confession i don't have to count the number of times i say one prayer, but count the number of pills i'm supposed to take everyday. 300mg, 5 pills, 6 dollars.
I've met Gods with different shapes and names. Jehova, Jesus, Moisés, Krishna, Buda Gautama, Zoroastro,Mahoma. I've sang songs, kneeled, put my hands up in the air, closed my eyes and watch people dance and passed out. I've stand silently at church with my best friend who's gay and listen to a priest speak negatively about homosexualism. I've walked though processions and repeated songs and prayers like a robot. I've heard my mother listen to the same mass through the radio every morning at 5:30 or 6:00 am.
I've been to spiritual evangelic trips during carnivals and left on the second of four days just to smoke a cigarrette.
I've been used for alternative practices. My aura has been cleaned, my shakras have been all open, and my center has been found.
I've seen my mother laying on the floor puking after quimiotheraphy and getting up afterwards to go to church. I've seen my mother bring a priest home so he could through water all over the place. I've gotten wet with the same water on many funerals.
I've seen my father wear crosses, put images up on the walls and tell stories about miracles. I've seen my family get together to say a prayer and be thankful.
I've seen drunk women and men laying on the sidewalks. I've sat with drunk women and men on the sidewalks. I've walked outside on my pijamas, crossed the street and gotten a couple of beers and a pack of cigarrettes.I've hide bottles of rum and vodka inside my closet. I've puked on the kitchen floor not being able to get to the bathroom. I've laid on the sand completely drunk and watch the stars move in circles. I've been places i don't remember i've been to.
There are a couple other places 've been and things i've seen that i'm not going to mention.
All this memories get together in my head just to remind me that i need to find something that fills me up. Or maybe i should ask myself: Is there anything to fill up? And the answer is yes. I need to fill my time with different tasks just to get distracted and stop thinking about the places i've been and the things i've seen.
6 dollars a day or a monologue to a priest is not going to take me nowhere.
Get help: i've done it
Find God: Ive tried a thousand different ways.
Erase the past: what i should do and it's perfectly impossible to.