Sunday Scribblings #94 Fellow Traveler

Sometimes the Sunday Scribblings prompt brings a story to mind immediately. Others, like this prompt, take a bit of mulling over. This is what I mulled while knitting.

I do not know the name of or what I should call my Fellow Traveler. My FT has been with me since the day I was born and will be with me until I die. I think everyone, to one extent or another, has a similar FT in their lives.

You see, I am not a fan of organized religion. It’s a wonderful thing for other people and I would never condemn their worshiping in what they believe. I admire their confident faith in their God/Allah/Jehovah. But it’s not for me. Tried several, found all to be wanting for one reason or another, finally decided to go in another direction. Not that I am an atheist, however. That word just grates on my nerves. Agnostic would be a better term. And I am a nice Agnostic.

I think of myself as a spiritual person. I believe in something, but I’m not sure what it is. I try always to do the correct thing, not just the easy. I try to be a good person, pass on good feelings to other people, be dependable and reliable. I believe that my FT is the reason that I am as good a person as I am. I also believe that being the best person I can be and making the best decisions that I can make is something that comes from within me, with probably more than a little suggestion from my FT, who is always nudging me in the right direction.

Thank you, Fellow Traveler.

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