I hate it when others, out of goodwill or sheer pomposity, raise their finger in the air and point to God for the answer to anything and everything.

I simply hate it when they constantly try to illuminate your vision by pointing to God's path, as if it explains everything - this misery that you're going through, the pain that you're feeling and have always felt, the absence of pain, the absence of feeling, everything.

The fact of the matter is, God doesn't explain anything.

To be more precise - the presence, or absence of God, doesn't explain ANYTHING.

It doesn't explain why people suffer heartbreaks, it doesn't explain why the people in Africa suffer extreme poverty, it doesn't explain war or disease, it doesn't explain why some are born healtiher, others richer, some more loved; it doesn't explain why some are just always that bit more fortunate than others. It doesn't explain all that I'm going through.

It doesn't explain this.

So stop belittling this episode that I'm having by constantly giving me reminders about God, like that explains everything. Like that makes everything disappear and drives all the dark clouds away. If I need a reminder of any kind, I can always go to church, thank you very much.

In case this doesn't get through to you, IT DOES NOT MAKE ME FEEL ANY BETTER WHEN YOU KEEP TELLING ME THAT GOD LOVES ME AND NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, HE WILL ALWAYS WATCH OVER ME.

Because you know what?

It's nothing but an empty promise to me. Yes, sirree.