McKaela

“You're finding that atheism isn't a belief system. It's just a lack of belief in God. You can't build a life on that. It's like trying to build a league of people who don't play golf. Total nonsense.
But let's look at things with new eyes. Was the sunrise any less beautiful today just because it won't be around forever? Is the time with your family worthless because it won't be around forever? Is life any less of a gift just because it's a result of physics?
So, God gave you meaning. Do you still care about the needy? Do you still want to be a good father? Then do those things, make them your life's purpose. You don't need some God to tell you to be good--you can be good on your own. And isn't that more meaningful? To love and to make the world a better place because you choose to?
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You get one life, one shot to find every beautiful sight, to help others, and to enjoy the odd series of events that allow a bag of organic molecules to know they exist. Don't waste it.”
― Mike McHargue, Finding God in the Waves: How I Lost My Faith and Found It Again Through Science

“What a splendid day!' said Anne, drawing a long breath. 'Isn't it good just to be alive on a day like this? I pity the people who aren't born yet for missing it. They may have good days, of course, but they can never have this one.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

“How are you going to find out about things if you don't ask questions?”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

“For Anne to take things calmly would have been to change her nature. All 'spirit and fire and dew,' as she was, the pleasures and pains of life came to her with trebled intensity. Marilla felt this and was vaguely troubled over it, realizing that the ups and downs of existence would probably bear hardly on this impulsive soul and not sufficiently understanding that the equally great capacity for delight might more than compensate. Therefore Marilla conceived it to be her duty to drill Anne into a tranquil uniformity of disposition as impossible and alien to her as to a dancing sunbeam in one of the brook shallows. She did not make much headway, as she sorrowfully admitted to herself. The downfall of some dear hope or plan plunged Anne into 'deeps of affliction.' The fulfillment thereof exalted her to dizzy realms of delight. Marilla had almost begun to despair of ever fashioning this waif of the world into her model little girl of demure manners and prim deportment. Neither would she have believed that she really liked Anne much better as she was.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables