I’m an Atheist. I believe in Gods.

What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.

I’m not religious. Far from it. Paradoxically, I do believe in Gods. Visible Gods. Real Gods. Gods that are not figments of imagination. Gods that are not just idols. Gods I can talk to. Gods that answer. Gods that help me in need. Gods that always have the best of intentions. Gods I can count on. Without fail. Consistently.

My Parents.

Why do I need religious scriptures, when I have their lives and experiences as my own unique Bible? Why do I need “Gods” when I have parents like mine?

To me, they are symbols of strength and perseverance. Living proof that no matter what, we can change. That we can still succeed. That good times feel good only because bad times feel bad. That we fall, only so we can learn to pick ourselves up.

Okay. Parents are not perfect. Neither will we ever be. We’re all human. That’s where perspective comes in. We need to see their success and get motivated by it. See their missteps and learn from them.

I acknowledge the fact that I’m incredibly fortunate. I am aware. I am thankful. I am forever indebted.

Happy 30th Anniversary to the strongest couple I know. Here’s to a hundred more! Love you guys more than I can express.

22nd July, 1987

22nd July, 1987

These are my personal viewpoints. Not meant to irritate or enrage. But yeah, if you don’t like them, your opinions are absolutely wrong 😋