How I learned that God doesn't exist.

I saw that human life can just be squashed.

It disgusts me. And it continues to happen every day.

Something that my human brain sees as precious and valuable is so easily disposable.

There is no inherent importance in what we percieve as irreplaceable. Our brain sees patterns in the sea of randomness. This includes life and consciousness.

How can there be a God if all this is true?

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ArkBallet · 36-40, F

The very fact that we can perceive and insist on value, despite a chaotic world, points to something deeper that isn’t obvious on the surface. If anything, the tension you’re feeling, the gap between “this is how things are” and “this is how things should be”, is exactly where a lot of people SHOULD start asking questions about God, not where they end them.