It has been quite the journey to accept what I am. At first, I tried to hide it so as not to offend anyone. I figured I could influence others by camouflaging myself in an ostensibly spiritual garment; however, I've bumped into a wall. I am an atheist. For years, my nose has been pressing up the window pane of my Self trying to fit into a certain mold. But why would they insist? Why would they care save for some comfort? With the premise that belief is the absence of knowing or else it wouldn't be belief, it must be that my apparent faith brought comfort to those around me. So, while I subscribed to living a lie to myself, it seems that in a way I was living a lie for others. And offending? I don't know why I was ever so concerned with offending anybody. Over the past years, just a glance at social media feeds and it isn't hard to discern how the self-proclaimed righteous ...
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