Joy Everyday

So, I really thought the excitement of being an atheist would have worn off by now. Not to say I expected to get bored with it, I just expected it to become routine, normal, and be ingrained in who I am. And it is, but it is also like getting a little present everyday. I’m always having new moments of excitement brought on by realizing just how much I like being an atheist. Sometimes it comes from not having to defend my faith as reasonable justification for god in philosophy class. Sometimes it’s meeting someone who agrees that it’s not right to raise children by telling them there is a god and we believe in the right god. It’s realizing how small my world was when I was a person of  faith, and seeing just how big and limitless it is now that my focus is on rationality and happiness. It feels so good to sit down with “God is Not Great” and feel impassioned and interested about something.

When I was a young teen, I remember leading a bible study on the difference between joy and happiness. I think that the point was that joy was a pleasure that came from god. It just seems so silly to me.  Tell all these people they won’t have true happiness if they don’t commit their lives to this narcissistic and arrogant god. I feel that faith always left me reaching for more and feeling confused, but every now and again when I was all pumped up with adrenalin and really nice things being said either in church or at a bible study I would feel “joyful”. Or anytime I felt really happy and I would attribute it to god instead of attributing it to my friends and or family who were bringing me happiness.  I guess now I feel things, both happy and sad, a lot more genuinely.

I hope everyone is doing well, and staying away from large politically and religiously charged crowds.

Stay Adorable,

M.C.

I kissed the blarney stone and did not get the gift of the gab. I got a sore throat.

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