Originally Posted by: PonyOneI tried my best to feel something else, I tried my best to argue for it, successfully sometimes. For a long time, I had myself believing that I beleived, but, I had to ultimately confess that I never just believed on my own. It was a concerted effort. I thought that when I said I didn't believe, I'd be lonely, that I'd feel the darkness of a life that would ultimately slip into oblivion as a burden, as something weighing me down and sapping the meaning from me.

It turned out it was the opposite. I felt more happy, more alive, more free. To quote another line from a Boston punk band whose name escapes me at the moment, "You've never felt so alone? Well, I've never felt so alive."