The thought that I am this insignificant being whirling through space on a speck of dust in the vastness that is our universe is scary. To think that by pure chance I was born at the specific date and time I was, have led the life I have and am sitting here right now is unfathomable to me. In the vast expanse of time that is our existence, how is it possible that through pure luck of the draw my time is now.
Anyway, back to the speck analogy... Wow I actually don't know how I can word what it is I feel. Maybe I am weak, maybe its fear or insecurity, but the thought of being alone floating through this chasm that is our existence stirs up feelings of hopelessness and anguish.
I have heard what is to believe in evolution and I get where the desire to believe in it comes from. But whether I am right or wrong, I will always believe in a higher power. I can't not. Maybe human nature makes me weak, maybe it's what I have been programmed to want to believe by my upbringing, but I believe and will always.