In case anybody reading didn’t know that Ashley Miller’s blog is super cool, please go read this beautiful essay by Kate Donovan: Why Atheism Inspires Me to Seek Social Justice
I have but this one short life. Though it would be nice to plan to live to a ripe and grouchy old age, it could end tomorrow. Or next Tuesday. Life has this terrible habit of behaving unpredictably, you know.
Though I am extraordinarily clumsy, I will likely, as do the vast majority of people, fade out of existence quietly. Five, ten, fifty years from then, I will have become nothing but curled pictures and retold retellings of stories.
These are facts, and they are cold. We atheists hear a lot about the chill of disbelief, about what we miss without a sense of the supernatural, the oceans of unseen, unmeasured universe we just have to have faith in. We are asked if it isn’t just a little bit lonely, to have nothing but ourselves and the neurons between our ears? With so little meaning to our lives, what motivation can we have?
Quite a bit, really.
Go read more. It’s lovely. Whoever you are, you deserve something lovely today.
(Edit: I owe Kate an apology because I utterly failed to notice that she was the one who’d written this entry. Anyway. Kate is amazing. Go love Kate.)