growing up there were three things I was given food, shelter and the bible. I was told all these amazing stories and was amazed and as i grew up i read through the bible and I never actually understood until i talked to my father and he explained it to me. He said that "It's your choice whether you live by the book or you live life as a sinner" and then i asked my uncle and he gave me a very glib interpretation, he explained hell to me and that kept me on track. It wasn't up until a couple weeks ago when I was riding the bus home, a bible tucked under my arm that some completley out of the blue asked me "Why?" I was a bit perplexed at first and didn't answer, he took a seat next to me and continued asking "Why do you read that? why don't you make up your own oppion on life instead of force feeding yourself a bunch of bullshit" He explained to me all the contradictions and problems with the bible, I wasn't even given a chance to reply before he got off the bus. I don't read my bible anymore, infact I've stopped going to church. I'm torn between my families beliefs and the fact that what I thought was so real may have been just some made of stories. So what do you think? should I even bother with religion anymore? or should I continue with the one I was given?