Searching

This is a story about me. I wanted to know why we are here and how I should live my life since these questions have been bothering me lately.

First, I went to a church. The priest told me that I needed to accept Jesus as the lord and savior. “But I’ve never even met Jesus, so how can he be my lord?” I thought.

So I left the church and went to a synagogue where they told me about Jacob and Joseph and all the great miracles of God. Ultimately, this didn’t satisfy my questions of how to live my life.

I decided I needed a different perspective so I went to a Buddhist temple. They told me to meditate, but I hated it. I couldn’t sit still (this is true—I can’t).

I headed back to my apartment, still not knowing the answers to my questions, and got hit by a bus as I crossed the street and died.