I now know there is no God.

It’s hard admitting it, and I admit, it’s hard to convince myself it is true.

But something within me just knows, my gut, my heart, my mind are all telling me that I’ve been wrong my entire life.

I’m not depressed while writting this, nor am I angry or sad at this “revelation”.

And again, this is only my opinion, my own idea, not the truth or fact.

Then again the existence of God can neither be proven as a truth or a fact. (If this is wrong prove it to me)

So what does this mean? Does this mean I have to change? Does this mean I will do things differently? Is my life going to change in any manner at all?

The answer is a resounding “no”.

I will continue to be a good caring person, and try to better my life and others who I share the same plain of existence with.

So if I die, and there is no God, all’s good, I shall sink into nothingness and be none the wiser of what had transpired in my life.

And if there is a God, and he is as loving and compassionate as everyone says, he shall understand my disbelief, and accept me, knowing that I lead my life as best I could, being as good a person as I was capable of being.

And if he is a vengeful God, then in the end it doesn’t matter if I lead a life of a Sinner or a Saint.

I don’t know why I was compelled to write this, but I think putting it on “paper” has helped.

One less thing to worry about.