If God never gave us more than we can handle, there'd be no such thing as suicide. It just wouldn't be necessary.
I lost my faith a long time ago now. Or, that's the simplest way to put it, I guess. My mum said once that she thinks I still believe, but that I'm angry at God. Maybe she's right. Maybe I just think God doesn't deserve all the hype and glory and worship. It's like, if I put my faith in a babysitter to look after my kid, I'd be pretty pissed if I came home to find my child dead. And if depriving another of life is such a sin, why is it okay for Him to do so? If there's one thing I have absolutely zero tolerance for, it's double fucking standards.
I get that you can't have light without dark and all that, but it doesn't make the good any better, nor does it make the bad any easier. It's just life. Death. Fate and chance. It is what it is, and I don't believe there's anyone or anything that has any more control over it than we do. Not even 'God'.
Kit likens God to a three-year-old playing with building blocks. He makes something and then has no idea what to do with it or how to fix shit when it gets messed up. She sort of thinks God washed his hands of the planet a long time ago, which makes sense, if you believe in that sort of thing. But then, Kit has a special love for creative three-year-olds.
What is it you believe? If you're comfortable talking about it.
I honestly don't know what I believe anymore. I've gotten to a point where nothing makes sense, not even the things that I can see. I mean, if we spin stories and explanations and sand down the pieces accordingly, we can make just about anything seem real, but that is, by definition, only our imagination
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I just read your comments lol. God, to me, is a comfort mechanism. It's a very old culture's way of putting sense into a place that doesn't seem to have it. And every culture has it, no matter how long it lasts. There always has to be an explanation
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I lost my faith a long time ago now. Or, that's the simplest way to put it, I guess. My mum said once that she thinks I still believe, but that I'm angry at God. Maybe she's right. Maybe I just think God doesn't deserve all the hype and glory and worship. It's like, if I put my faith in a babysitter to look after my kid, I'd be pretty pissed if I came home to find my child dead. And if depriving another of life is such a sin, why is it okay for Him to do so? If there's one thing I have absolutely zero tolerance for, it's double fucking standards.
I get that you can't have light without dark and all that, but it doesn't make the good any better, nor does it make the bad any easier. It's just life. Death. Fate and chance. It is what it is, and I don't believe there's anyone or anything that has any more control over it than we do. Not even 'God'.
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What is it you believe? If you're comfortable talking about it.
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