Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
Atheism’s primordial problem: time. Especially when we arrive at atheism at an early age. I did pretend I wasn’t an atheist until I was 15 or 16, but in my mind the clock was already ticking. How much life can I get into this run against the clock. How many interesting places can I visit? Amazing food? Drugs? Music? Alcohol? Books? Sex? Knowledge? I keep making notes of everything I have to try, to eat, to read, to see, to plant, but days are so short. I hate it that My Atheist Life is gone and we were only distant blog friends/acquaintances- and his clock no longer ticks. I hope he experienced everything he wanted to experience while he could. I try to every single day; to turn this short life into an isle of joy.