Reblog if you are there for anybody to talk to when they are at their lowest point. I’m trying to prove to someone very important to me that people do care.
Fearful of Fancies
I sometimes feel lost in the jumble of surrounding, ever-consuming life. I break away only to find that life has kept on ticking by, that Death has not ceased his endless waltz from soul to soul. I fear that maybe I might fail because of my elated romanticism, that my passions and hopes and dreams will ultimately doom my destiny.
Care to share a bit about yourself?
I’m a seventeen year old kid who is good at math and science, loves playing—and designing—video games, and is also an atheist. I’m practically a typical nerd. I love nerdy things, live a nerdy life, and associate myself with nerdy people. And I love who I am. Well yeah, sometimes I get depressed. But I love being depressed. Sometimes I’m caught in an inner turmoil. But solving the conflict just helps me grow and helps me understand myself better. I’m a guy who believes in love and good things, even if it seems naive. But I’m also a guy who accepts the truth, especially when it hurts. I’m a kid of many words and many talents with nobody to hear or see them. I am a kid who wishes to speak his mind, but can never really trust anyone. I am a lover of art, just like everyone else, and so find art in everything. I enjoy a good laugh, and love a good sob; I am thrilled with any experience. I love to create things, I love to learn things, I love to love things, I love to do things, I love to have things. I love to see things, hear things, and feel things. I love everything that exists—everything—except hate and injustice and lies and being controlled and being underestimated. I love being free, letting go, and loving someone close…
I’m just some average kid you’ve probably never met.
I’d rather go to Hell than be an asshole
So I’m glad I’m an atheist and not a christian.
I just don’t want to lie to myself to feel better about death. I love the fact that someday my life will end, it just makes my life feel all the more precious and my last moments all the more epic. Even more of a reason why I don’t want to be christian is the intolerance most christians display. After all, what makes their religion any more true than the rest? Yeah, I get it, christians want to feel good about themselves, but by no means does that mean they can force their fixed beliefs on morality on everyone else.
I don’t want to out an asshole like that. I just want to enjoy life and make everyone’s day. As long as I’m an atheist, the worst I could turn out to be is a douche. I’m glad I won’t turn out to be an asshole over religion. And so what if I’m going to hell? Maybe I don’t give a damn. As long as I’m down on Earth, I’m gonna try to make this world a better place, and I believe that that’s more important than my own personal salvation.
(via arondsmith, invisibleskin-deactivated201010)
I feel this sometimes with ignorant people.
So what if I’m misanthropic, at least I’m not an asshole about it.
