I am an atheist. In the popular nomenclature I am referred to as a non-believer.
I really don’t like that name, non-believer. I believe in things, lots of things.
I have also been pitied and prayed for because of my “empty life”. As I look around the room at my little family this Saturday morning, my life could not feel any fuller.
I believe in love.
I believe in the family unit.
I believe that vaccines work.
I believe in real food.
I believe you were born that way.
I believe in myself, except on the days I don’t.
I believe in making the world a better place.
I believe in re-using and recycling.
I believe in cleaning your plate.
I don’t believe in karma.
I don’t believe everything happens for a reason.
I don’t believe everything people say, anymore.
I don’t believe the hype.
I don’t believe in big pharma.
I don’t believe in soul mates.
I don’t believe in god.
I don’t believe in the power of prayer.
I don’t believe the conspiracy theories, except the ones that I do.
I don’t believe that drafts make you sick.
I don’t believe that might makes right.
The list goes on. What do you believe in?