I sit in bed, yet his words won't leave my mind:

"God's not real."

I flip through my bible, desperate to find a passage to distract me.

It's not like I haven't had that thought try to force its way into my mind before.

But as I look to my favorite verses, I realize how contradicting this stupid book is.

How many verses have rules my church ignores.

"God's not real."

But if he's not, what purpose do I serve?

If there's no god to worship, then that means I am just one person out of 8 billion others.

I mean nothing in the great scheme of things.

There are no hands to catch me if I trust-fall backwards.

This book in my hands no longer feels comforting.

No longer do I wish to read it nightly.

What is the meaning of life, if not to worship a god that may not even be listening?