Reality can suck it; I'm Religious

It's only been 11 days and it feels like a month has gone by.  So much stuff has happened, it's scary. What I have learned is get my rear end back into perspective.  I've been cocky, carefree, and careless for way too long.  I've been needed a slap like this.



Thank God for religion.  I don't know what atheists do to find comfort like I can with prayer.  Frankly, I don't think it's possible.  I've never prayed so hard for anything in my life, and looking back, I was never any good at praying to begin with.  It's kinda like me and God are dating again.  If only this was under better circumstances.

Someone loved passed away last Sunday.  It send shivers down my spine to see someone I had just talked to a week ago laying cold in a coffin.  And yet, I had never seen someone quite as beautiful.  I didn't cry because I loved her; I cried because she was so beautiful.

Meaninglessness is a pathetic excuse.  We aren't born with souls to preach about how others aren't worth anything.  But then again, who's to say that any the things I see before me are real?  There is no solid, individual proof that each one of us exists and really has a mind.  We as humans can only assume that everyone else has one too.  The theory of meaninglessness is just another way those darned atheists can get on our Christian nerves.  There is reason in all of us, otherwise there wouldn't be a point to communication or thought.  This is why religion is important.

I'm not a psycho-Christian; I don't care if you're Muslim, Hindu, or whatever.  Whoever you are, you live for a purpose, and at the end (as long as you haven't been a douche) you go up into your own heavens.  Death to me is just another atheist theory.  It's not the death itself that depresses people; it's the feeling of knowing you won't ever interact with that person anymore.  Whether it's to hug, laugh, cry, or just sit around idly small-talking up a storm, it's not possible.

So I'm not exactly sure where I wanted to go with this blog after reading through it again.  But I hope you get whatever message I was trying to send to you.  It's been an exhausting week; I'm going to bed.