faith
How can you base your actions, your beliefs, your thoughts, your hopes, on something that is — for all intents and purposes — nonexistent?
I had someone tell me today that I just had to “have faith” that everything would turn out all right.
What the fuck is that, faith?
When things turn out well, people always say that’s just ol’ faith working. But what do they say when life fucks them over? Where is their faith now?
There’s a reason why I’m not a religious person. And that reason stems from the fact that there is absolutely no evidence that faith and God are in fact, tangible concepts. How can you base your actions, your beliefs, your thoughts, your hopes, on something that is — for all intents and purposes — nonexistent?
And if a God, or Gods do exist, I want to demand why the fuck my life is so completely shitty. Why are You so completely ignorant to my suffering? With Your majestic and mighty power, I’m sure You’d at least be able to end my suffering with a well placed bolt of lightning.
No.
There is no Higher Power. No God. No after-life. No heaven. No Hell.
I’m all my own. And that’s the way it should be.
I wrote this three years ago.
I remember it pretty vividly. It was the summer after high school and I was a bit heartbroken. Spittin’ angry, too. It was on my old blog, which has long been archived and safely tucked away for future mocking. So don’t bother looking.
Why would you want to look, anyways?
It’s just the incoherent ramblings of an angry kid.
You get almost the same experience watching re-runs of The O.C.
Except during one of my intense brooding sessions, I never have mournful indie-pop music playing in the background.
That’s right, Ryan Atwood. You sissy.