After a childhood of immersion in my family's religious tradition, I hit college and my first true experience with the question, "why?" Why did I believe as I did? If I thought about it, I had no idea. So, I spent the next ten years not thinking about it.
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Once I hit 30, I began asking myself that question all over again. A few years later, I woke one day to realize that I simply didn't believe. For many reasons, I am a much happier (and more emotionally healthy) person having let go of god. There are still days that I wish god did exist. It would be a relief to relinquish responsibility to a greater power.
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But, even better, I can see life for what it is, and work with reality. That's more powerful than any god could hope to be.
“Warm evenings in front of the fire.”
I’ll take it, thanks!
Here’s my result:
***You Are Warm Nights by the Fire***
Peaceful and romantic. The best part of fall.
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That’s uncanny. I am peaceful. And romantic. And the best part of fall.
Fred got it. That’s what I meant. (I did this last year and didn’t quite remember it…)