“I’m often asked, “As an Atheist, what is the purpose of this life? Doesn’t existence seem so insignificant?”
In the grand scheme of the universe, not only is our individual existence insignificant, but so is the existence of our planet. To me, what makes life significant are the connections I share with those around me.
The insignificance of the rest of it is only made enjoyable and meaningful by the people I care about enough to keep close. That’s what makes life - every single memory - so important. It’s what makes mistakes - and there have been plenty - so important to learn from. It’s what makes the loss of one of those people, for any reason, so unbearably difficult for me to handle.
That’s what makes forgiveness, kindness, compassion, and love so important to me. I only get one shot; no do-overs, no life-after to enjoy. Just this.
I swear I have posted this stuff before, but I still get asked often. I also, frequently, have trouble remembering these things myself. I suppose that is natural, but it’s not to be confused with doubting where I am at.
The fact that I know that life, on the larger scale, is meaningless, is what makes me care about every person I have or will come in contact with. It’s what makes me miss those that I have lost, hurt, betrayed, and even those that have done the same to me. It is exactly what makes every moment that I am lucky enough to have so meaningful.”
A friend just posted this and I cannot agree anymore.