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"God does not play dice, and was firm in rejection of the miraculous." - Albert Einstein

This is the person I am in the past and probably present. I don't believe in miracles. Whether or not I believe in the existence of god or what he is capable of is another story. If so, why am I doing so much for my organization? I don't know. I just wanted to. Why? Because I feel like I am alive when I am doing something useful. I've met a lot of people who have helped shape the person I am now. Perhaps I wouldn't be who I am if it wasn't for them. Without them always encouraging me and pushing me to do my best, I wouldn't have made it through high school happily. My family are strong in faith but I am the outcast among them. Till today, I questioned myself and my Buddhism. Every single day. In a week or two, I'd be legally eighteen. My mother always said, once you are 18, the choice is up to you to make. Majority of my family are Christians. Some free thinker and the rest are like me. Initially, I wanted to be Christian. Terribly. I don't know why. But that was 8 yrs ago. Recently, I have decided on one thing. I am confident that I would remain a Buddhist and continue to contribute everything I can to this organization because It was fate that I was born into this. My parents are proud of their religion. I am now. But my beliefs are rather shallow. My faith is weak. Most of all, I still have HSD to help me through all this.