(I found this post on my old LiveJournal. It's old, but it still resonates with me.)
How many of us have made the mistake of thinking we were "in love" with
someone when we really weren't? You know, sometimes we spot someone who
we find attractive and create an image of that person in our heads. More
often than not, we learn that the person in our minds is different than
the person in real life. That's when our hearts are broken.
loving someone means seeing that person for who they are, not for what
they could or should be. It means accepting that that person is not
perfect, but still caring for and encouraging them, not despite, but
because of their quirks. This unconditional acceptance is one of the
keys to a long term relationship with an individual.
I choose to seek this kind of relationship with the universe.
come to the conclusion that the world is not perfect. Sometimes, it
downright sucks and I brood and fume that I hate it. Still, I refuse to
make myself believe that somewhere, somehow my environment will come to
resemble the idea of perfection that I have in my head. I'm not going to
convince myself that there exists a flawless place where flawless
beings dwell, because there's a good chance that such a place probably
does not exist. If I spend my lifetime searching and pining for some
sort of heavenly metaphysical realm that meets my standards of
unblemished goodness, I will always come up empty handed. I will be
little more than an old maid who wasted her life on the quest for the
"perfect man" and in doing so pushed away all of the imperfect but
nonetheless wonderful men she met.
In my universe I seek, not a
Dulcinea made just for me, but a vast plane littered with thousands of
stars and galaxies, all of which are imperfect but whose imperfections
make them awe inspiring.
I'm done with fables and false hopes.
I want my love for the universe to be unconditional.
That is why I am an empiricist. That is why I am a nontheist.