Wishes and Gods.

So... last night was the shortest night of the year. Where I live, it's celebrated  with fireworks and bonfires. One not so well known tradition is to write down a wish on a paper and burn it. 

I'm still not very sure about wishes. I think our destiny is a combination of choices and coincidences, rather that being only controlled by fate. And I'm certainly not the only one who agrees with that statement. Still, why do people believe in those old traditions?

Maybe it's just a way to keep the weight of our bad or even nonexistent choices off our shoulders. Or it might be a way of really trying to trust an external power font, like religion. Some people only wish to know there's something protecting us, something else after death. Because they're afraid. However, religion has always controlled believers with fear. And with cruelty.

That's why I am an atheist. If any kind of God really existed, then I'd like to meet them and ask them a couple of questions. I just don't get the control they pretend to have among people. And although I live in a lay country, you can still get very cruel looks from the most devoted. 

Maybe this is not the best argued text, but it's a brief way to tell you my opinion on such a polemic topic. All  my support to those whose beloved people has died from a terrorist attack. Let's hope someday things change and religion -or any other one- is not a reason behind war and death anymore. 

-Anonymous.