I used to think I didn’t understand women, but then I realized I just don’t understand girls. Women know what they want. Girls are unsure half people that destroy the people and world around them trying to fill the hole inside them.
A thought popped into my head today that I felt was an appropriate way to start this journal out.
The thing that always bothered me about the idea of God is that he gets to always be right. The sky opens up and delivers rain to grow crops. Praise be to him. The sky dries up and the land follows suit. He tests our faith. Praise be to him. Maybe its scarier to think that God is just like us. Riddled with flaws. Imperfect. Angry. Jealous. Quick to judgement.
But lets not forget he is all forgiving. Maybe because if he is real then just maybe he is like us. And maybe thats not scarier. Maybe thats reassuring; that we’re all kind of messed up I mean. That its fine.
But those are just happy thoughts to me. I don’t believe in God. I’m not spiritual. And I don’t cry at night thinking about how one day I’ll die and maybe none of this matters. The world is only a lonely place if you let it be.
So let God be the rainmaker. Let those who praise eventuality and randomness praise. I’ll store my rainwater on the cloudy days for those that are not. I’ll share my water with those who don’t think the same. Not for a seat at the table with an infallible creator but because religion doesn’t matter. People matter.
I wish more people thought like that. That more realized how infinite they think God is, runs parallel to how infinite reality is…then again “reality” is what we make it.
*Greg’s Journal is an entry by entry rough draft short story of one young man’s journey written by some grammatically inept idiot who calls himself Philip DeFranco*