When I was younger, I flirted with the notion of god for a while. Those days… I did pray every night. I found myself, however, lengthening it and trying to thik of everything that I could possible ask to be helped. I didn’t think it was fair to ask a god to bless my parents and not my friends parents… or to just take care of the problems that I knew about. I also thought it was greedy to ask about my issues. What about people whose lives are thousands of times harder than mine…. It got more and more complicated. I would ask about the old gods, and why a new god was more valid…. and so on and so forth.
I think that I might have, eventually, prayed myself in to atheism.