There's got to be a way to find out.

[songbirdg7 (former member)]

I remember growing up with a friend that's extremely religious. She was constantly trying to convince me that God is real. Despite all of my arguments about proof, she would always tell me that it had nothing to do with proof. That it was faith-based. I can't accept that. Her meaning of life thoughts revolved around her truth that if we lead a good life we'll go to heaven. I asked her once where God came from. If He had parents. If those parents had parents. She looked irritated with me and went back to insisting that I should just have faith. I had someone else share an interesting theory with me. I don't buy it, but it's interesting. He said there really is no purpose for human life because we're all a collective virus. His point was that if you think about it, viruses invade a host and either spread until the host is killed (similar to what we're doing to the Earth) or is killed by medicine. We're at the top of the food chain. So far, no malady has been unsuccessful enough to wipe us out as a whole. But what if this guy is right? What if we're nothing more than an evolving, biological, accidental, virus? Kinda puts a damper on optimism. A third person told me that the meaning of life is finding something you yourself can identify with and believe in whole-heartedly. I guess that's my problem. I haven't found an idea or theory that makes perfect sense to me to the point that I can believe it completely. I need proof. It angers me that I may never have it. If there's nothing after death, then is the point of life just to live every day the best we can? I always feel so lost and I'm just sick to death of Christians telling me it's because I need to "find God" and let Jesus into my life. R...i...g...h...t. No thanks. When I think about the hours that a typical person spends in church praising a deity that may not even exit, it makes me sick. I often wonder if these people wake up one day and think, "OMG, there is no God and I've waisted 1/27 of my life away!". Probably not, but unless I have proof, I have other things to do with my time. I also get intensely angry when I lose someone I love. It's the only time in my life that I can actually say I feel hate and rage. The way I see it, someone/thing/nature messed up. Why give us sentient thought and allow us to love if we have to experience the unbearable grief of losing those we love? This makes me wonder if really there is no point to life like my previous friend suggested. Yet another person told me that the meaning of life is to live for today because there's nothing after death and we never know when our time is up. Okay, I'd rather live my life to the fullest than wish I had later. I asked this person about origin theory. This person was a Big Bang fanatic. Okay... So two particles crashed together to create the big bang. Where did the first two particles come from then? If there was nothing there before the big bang, how do particles just appear to crash together? Oh and this one's my favorite. The argument that we're not advanced enough to truly understand our true origins. Give me a break. Any theory or explanation can be "dumbed down". I'm sure there's at least one explanation that's close to the truth that our feeble little human minds can handle. Whenever I think about these topics, I just get frustrated and irritated. This is usually followed by depression over the fact that I may never (probably will never) know. I still don't know the meaning of life or our actual origin. I guess I am left with nothing more to do than sit back and wait...

Songbird