I've been a staunch atheist ever since I was little. Really couldn't fathom how people believed in God, heaven and hell, etc. My mum used to be very religious but had a crisis of faith when I was little and is now just vaguely spiritual. Dad agnostic. I guess I'd describe myself as being an existentialist. I think life is essentially meaningless and random and that's okay. Our lives are our own and it's up to us to make the most of them.
But now I find myself doubting my atheism. I've recently been feeling this pull towards believing in some higher power. Some divine force, maybe, that started everything off, a First Cause type of thing. I can't shake the feeling that all of the sophistication and incredible detail we observe in nature couldn't have occurred by chance.
And I've always struggled with gratitude as an atheist. Being so overwhelmingly thankful for my life. Since having a child this has become so intense - I just want to cry out to the universe how grateful I am for my son, how "blessed" I feel, but there's nowhere for that gratitude to go as an atheist. Who do you thank? Evolution? Biology and chemistry and physics? I suppose that makes sense logically but it feels empty and hollow.
I just feel there's ~something~ and I don't know what to do with this feeling. Where do I begin? I have always loved churches, the sense of stillness and peace, the hymns, the art, the ritual of it, and always loved learning about different faiths, but I don't like the idea of seeking out an organised religion to settle myself into. I don't think I believe in a moral God, or one who would intervene in human affairs. It's just this vague nebulous sense of awe and wonder and gratitude. What do I do with it?