My christening

This picture was taken in my catholic-apostolic-roman christening. From left to right: my mother, me, my father, and my baptize godfather and godmother.

I really don't remember how old i was for this moment, but my face said everything. I mean, i didn't understand anything of the ritual. I can remember my father and mother told me something like god, faith, and stuffs like this but clearly i didn't get in the feeling.

Indeed, nowadays i don't understand yet this things, thats why i am not so devotee, as my family are. I respect their thoughs, and share the same table when they are praying to god before eat, but i am like "amen too, but let me eat please".

I believe in god but i don't thing i have to thing him (or her) and pray to him for every single thing i live. It is dangerous because it can be an excuse to ask him to do everything and blame him for what does not go well, instead of giving the best of myself.