My life is not pointless

This morning one of my dear friends posted on FB "Life without God is like an unsharpened pencil - no point."  Wanted to post a funny comment but resisted as that never goes over well. 
I keep quiet out of respect. 


Truth is, I do live a life without her perspective of God.  But my life is not pointless by any measure.  I am religious in an unconventional sense.  More spiritual than religious, which is a valid belief system.  I have come to respect and expect those moments that challenge my thinking and understanding of the way things are.  Those moments of understanding at how tiny a space one occupies in the cosmos and then, like a gift, humility appears.  Those moments when your heart almost bursts from love or from despair.  Quiet moments.  Loud moments.  Obvious and subtle moments.  Moments that prove my life is filled with an abundance of meaning.


I would post this comment on my friend's FB but then what?  I would have to defend something I don't really understand, nor care to set boundaries around.  It just is.  I like it better that way.  No real attachment to specifics.  More of a deal or bargain.  I accept that for my part I will be a good citizen while I am alive, and in return, I get to have a good life.


So far it's working out.


Next topic: Define "good life."