I read so many blogs centred around worshiping a god I don't feel. A divine being who apparently loves us all and works in our lives. Some man in the sky if you will, with puppeteer strings and a handle on things. And this is all well and good. But it's not my truth.
I am not one to insult or disrespect but I feel like I need to say, what makes your truth better then mine? In the mind of a religious person, there is no doubt that a god exists, hell, even in the minds of many non-religious people. It is an absolute fact to these people, that their friend is there. And I respect that and I accept that that is your truth. But I do feel, that my truth is disrespected.
My truth, my life, has no god. There is no doubt in my mind that evolution and the theory of natural selection hold the key to existence. And I believe it just as much as you believe in your god. So what makes your truth better than mine?
Why does your truth influence laws on my life? I don't follow your god, I shouldn't have to follow your rules. I agree that we all need morals, right and wrong, steal the candy? Don't steel the candy? And all of that. But why can't I choose to end my life because your god said so? Why can I not have the freedom to decide if I am fed up with being an old cripple, if that ever happens.
And why can't my friends get married because your god said so? Your god is not their truth. Their love doesn't hurt a fly. But your truth does. Your intension are swell, but its not our truth.
There are many people I know who say to me "But marriage is a Christian thing, why would you want to get married if you're not religious." But of course, non religious people marry all the time. So what's the difference? If you don't like it, if you don't agree with it, don't do it. Everyone deserves a choice.
I don't want to seem like an angry lost teenager, because I am not. I am confused. It seems so wrong to me. That I can accept and respect your truth, but you cant afford mine the same curtesy.
"Once I read a story about a butterfly in the subway, and today, I saw one! It got on at 42nd and off at 59th, where, I assume, it was going to Bloomingdales to buy a hat that will turn out to be a mistake, as almost all hats are." -Kathleen Kelly. And she is why I write.
About Me
- Secretly Sarah
- I am...still figuring myself out. But this is what I know to be true; I live alone and this bothers me. I bought finches to keep me company, but the only thing they hate more than each other is me. I know that I don't know much about me at all. But then does anyone really know themselves? Or do we only know what we know about other things? Is that what makes us know ourselves.
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