How wonderful it must be to have faith in something so fluid. With no concrete scientific evidence, without seeing or physically hearing it, you are able to have such unshakable faith in something that so many are unsure even exists. How liberating it must feel to believe that the events transpiring around you were fated, that nothing you said, did or could have done would have prevented or changed them. Whatever happens, how ever it happens, whenever it happens, it’s not up to you. It’s beyond your control. Everything works out for the best and there is no reason to ever ask, “why?”. There is no real need to question anything. It’s all part of a grand design. You play your part, and you don’t let your intellect interfere with your beliefs. Give your worries to your god, and don’t let them weigh heavily on your heart. The past is the past, it happened as it was supposed to. You may not understand why, but you don’t have to. To know, without a doubt, that God wouldn’t let anything happen if it wasn’t supposed to; I envy that kind of faith, I truly do, but I can’t live that way.
The intellect that has been instilled in me makes me question everything. I need to understand why things are the way they are, why certain things happen the way they happen. Maybe there is a plan but, I don’t know what it is, so I worry. I worry about the future, I dwell on the past, my mistakes haunt me and I feel guilt. I am anxious about life; excited, nervous, a little fearful. I am in control. My decisions are my own, and the way my decisions affect those around me is a consequence I am prepared to face. I don’t know that everything works out for the best, but I do know it could always be worse. I’m thankful, I’m hopeful. I have faith in myself, that I can live a good life. Good and bad aren’t determined by a set of rules found in some book, I feel them. I can choose the right choice over the wrong choice every time, and I don’t need the restriction of religion to be able to decide for myself. I stress, I over-analyze, I take responsibility; but, I also, celebrate my victories and revel in the reward.
Maybe it’s true what so many say, “Know God, know peace. No God, no peace.” But, I know the world is not a peaceful place, and I can’t allow myself to succumb to oblivion. I am affected by the way people treat one another. I am moved by the good, and I am wounded by the bad. And I just can’t accept the premise that there is nothing I can do about the troubles plaguing our world. Some people pray for better days, but what are they praying for? Prayer only works if someone else, somewhere else, takes action. Everyone knows that actions speak louder than words, right?
Can the godless still be good? I hope so.