Mister Silver
Faith's Nightmare
I’ve been a believer in the existence of God most of my life, way before I had any interest in religion. My choice of religion is a consequence of my faith, not the cause. I believe in God because it makes sense to me. That also gives me a sense of belonging and the fact that I have a hope in something bigger than myself provides me with an extraordinary emotional shelter.
Living in a world as horrible as this one, it helps me so much to believe that this is temporary, that a beautiful future will arrive and all the ugliness will disappear. Sometimes that hope is all that keeps me going from one day to the other without getting extremely depressed.
How do non-believers cope with the reality of the world? If you believe that this life is all there is and nothing else can be expected, how do you keep emotionally balanced? What is your source of strength and happiness?
For me personally, I learned that the harsh realistic truth is much better than the comfortable religious lie.
I believe for many theists, reliance upon religion or spiritual concepts for happiness is akin to drug addiction. It's just that the theist is addicted to religion and cannot imagine happiness without it.