I would be an atheist under different circumstances. The fact is, something forces me to believe in something bigger than myself; I just don't know what to call it. Religion is soed up nowadays , I'm suffocating when it comes to belief.
I just don't understand atheists, and I want to understand them. Where they're coming from. It's just, everything is pointing me in the other direction. For instance, you can't quantify art. Where does this need to express ourselves come from? Is there not something more? Something inside us that separates us from apes? We're different from animals. We're singular in that nature. But I don't understand it. And it's killing me. But isn't that the beauty of it. It wouldn't be varying shades of grey if it wasn't so black and white.
I'm just a twenty-something. Yeah, I'm pretty drunk. I've just come off a session of "real talk" with my friends (as if that made it any more 'real'). What do I know.







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