Atheism Saved My Life

A few months back, my world collapsed around me. Everything I knew, and major parts of who I was simply disappeared. Hell, even one of my cats ran away.

It was a rather dark time that resulted in my disappearance from cyberspace, and very nearly, life altogether. I sat stunned and numb... completely flummoxed... for awhile.

Then, I realized something:

You really do only get one chance at life.

Despite the fact that life was using my nutsack as a stage for a Lord of the Dance revival, it occurred to me that there are many things, most things, actually, that are well beyond my control.

And that's okay.

What's not okay, is shutting down... not reacting... collecting dust.

What's not okay, is relying on some genie in the sky to put things right, especially when according to that myth, it's the very same wizard who's responsible for the clusterfuck in the first place.

Rather than clasp my hands in supplication and blind devotion to the holy deadbeat dad, I reached down deep inside, to a place I haven't been in years, and found some oak-barrel aged resolve (a very good year). I made the proactive choice to stay positive, and keep trying.

Guess what happened?

Instead of bumping myself off in hopes for a better life somewhere on a cloud, eating ambrosia with saintly, holier than thou douchebags, I still remain.

And I'm doing much better.

I've even landed a full-blown career that I love, and pour my heart into.

I get to play with fucking lasers.

So, yeah, atheism saved my life.