Atheism: One's belief in a Personal God

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Yup, it's a beautiful morning. And my country would be voting soon. I pray God gives us a good president. Amen! My heart is lifted in absolute thanks to God Almighty. All things works and are working together for good.

But you know, however worrisome the thoughts are, I kinda feel inclined to ask in retrospects... If religious adherents choose to believe a god (the audacity of hoping even against all odds), where does atheist draw their hope from? God, that mystical mystery that is the beginning but has no end. It difficult how not it is to believe in him. Our world is a wide, weird and sentimental one. So if we aren't gonna believe in a god, then life complex abstractions remains abstract.

But you know, in retrospect I just figured out that people (consciously or unconsciously) got something they believe in that rationalizes their fear of the unimaginable. Maybe it is true after-all that atheism is not the disbelief in gods or denial of gods, it is the lack of belief in them. So why some choose to justify these complexities by belief others are more sincere with disbelief. But is there such thing as disbelief? We have little belief, strong belief, hard belief (smiles) and then no-belief ( call it disbelief if you love semantics)

But the point there is that there is a "belief". And so if "Nature truly abhors Vacuum", there is a something there to believe. Your belief then becomes your god. It's just difficult to find a rational answer to all things happening around us, so maybe belief is the only thing that keeps us going. That audacity of hope. So whatever we choose not to believe, there is really no such thing as an "Atheist"

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