Life has no meaning. That is the trap that many people fall into. So many people who lose their faith, or never had much to begin with, end up thinking this way, and to some extent I agree. However, I follow a code of optimistic nihilism rather than the ordinary brand of meaninglessness. Rather than believe that there is no meaning in the world, I’d like to believe that we create our meaning. Ice cream is just a simple combination of ingredients, but I take pleasure in eating it and watching a movie on a Sunday night. My friends and family are just combinations of atoms, molecules, proteins, cells, tissues, and organs, but they are still my friends and family. I still love them and enjoy spending time with them. There is no meaning of life, but life itself is meaning.
When I was little (about 7 or so), my family and I stopped going to church on a regular basis. I suppose it was because my parents wanted to rest, or they didn’t like the community. Whatever the reason, we stopped going. I wondered why, because I always had fun playing with the other children on the second floor of our church. We didn’t do much singing or anything. I think they just put us there to get us out of the way. Without anything to do on Sundays, I began to drift away from the structured religion I grew up with. Several years later, I began to think about the existence of God and the meaning behind religion. I stopped praying every night and began to wonder if God even existed or not. After a long