God! Nero! Genghis Khan!
I was raised as a staunch believer of God by my parents. They believed in God as a moral guide and support that guided them during difficult times in life. I enjoyed praying and holding faith in it to accomplish things in life and persevere through tough waters. As I grew up, I felt guilty about being selfish in using my faith and wanted to make amends. This made me ponder about the world's sufferings and unjust society. This did not lead me to a rational path, but rather, I convinced myself that there must be certain reasons for the world's pain, and they are solely inflicted because of humans' greed for power and money and God will alleviate the hopeless out of it. I believed that this might take time, but it'll not be an insurmountable task for the omnipresent. But I had realised the difference in my faith that I had in my childhood to that of my teen period. But I didn't want to reason this change, rather wanted to still hold on to my faith for selfish reason...