When I decided that atheism was really the direction that my ideas about religion, god, and everything else were leading me, on some level I think I thought that atheism would be a lot easier than the religious faith that I had tried previously. I’m saddened and perhaps a little embarrassed to have thought that now, when I find out that atheism is perhaps an ever more difficult road than religious faith.
You see, dear readers, as an atheist, I can’t simply just give up on any of life’s “big questions.” I can’t just say, “God made it,” or “That’s the way God planned it.” Instead, I must give thought to questions and seek out answers for questions that seem impossible to really answer. Important note: Impossible to really answer does not in any way shape or form insinuate that the answer is impossible because it lies with some god.
One of the things I’ve been struggling a lot with lately is coming to terms with the reality of life. When I say this, I mean the reality of life in that it isn’t nearly as “great” as perhaps I’d like. That my role in the universe isn’t nearly as central to the grand scheme as I should like to think. The idea that all of my actions, my entire life, means nothing at all to the big picture of Life, is hard to digest. Even things that seem like momentous events in Human history are of no consequence.
Religion helps to take away these realities, providing a false sense of uniqueness and purpose to life. With most religions, there is a supernatural being and he notices you, (either loving or hating) and even if the being hates you, he at least knows you, and this idea makes the believer on some level feel important. The believers actions are thought to mean something, and thus even if life is mediocre at best, it is still perceived as “special” because the deity notices.
some thoughts, dear ones.
until next time,