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Thoughts on the Spirituality of Atheism

 Our lives are such small things. Sometimes we think we need something grand to make them worthwhile -- like eternal life in paradise, or great success, or intense experiences. Or we feel we need a grand philosophy or religion to give our lives meaning. But that’s just not true.

It’s the little happinesses of life that give it meaning. Some laughter, some conversation, good food and a little sex, satisfaction at a job well done, a walk on the beach, making a difference, even if its a small difference, seeing your children become happy, healthy, productive adults, washing your car, a game of cards, a good movie, a beer.... God (if you’ll pardon the expression) is in the details.

by C George Boeree

Link: George Boeree

Category: Recommended articles

Tradition: Atheist spirituality

· atheist · spirituality · article · philosophy · morality · ethics · meaning · happiness

If we are not happy

If we are not happy and joyous at this season,
for what other season shall we wait and
for what other time shall we look?

by Abdul Baha

Link: Panhala

Category: Poetry

Tradition: Bahai

· poem · poetry · Abdul Baha · Bahai · happiness

If in our daily life we can smile, if we can be peaceful and happy, not only we, but everyone will profit from it.

~ Thich Nhat Hanh

Category: Quotations

Tradition: Buddhism

· peace · interconnectedness · happiness

The truth which has made us free will in the end make us glad also.

~ Felix Adler

Category: Quotations

Tradition: Judaism

· truth · happiness

To forgive is the highest, most beautiful form of love. In return, you will receive untold peace and happiness.

~ Robert Muller

Category: Quotations

Tradition: None

· forgiveness · love · peace · happiness

Hope is itself a species of happiness, and perhaps, the chief happiness which this world affords.

~ Samuel Johnson

Category: Quotations

Tradition: None

· hope · happiness

The magic vase

There was once a poor family who lived in a drab little house in the neglected part of the city. They tried to be a happy family, but times were hard, and jobs were not easy to come by. As time went on, they began to feel more and more depressed. You could see their depression etching itself even on the house they lived in. They no longer bothered to clean the windows. They didn't tend the little patch of garden in front of the house. The paint peeled off the door and cracks appeared in the brickwork. The threshold of their home showed the sadness in their lives.

One day, the eldest son of the family was roaming idly through the town and he came upon a market place. The stallholders had set up their wares, and there was a bustle of activity. In spite of his feelings of near-despair, the boy found himself being caught up in the excitement of the morning market.

He stopped to watch the people buying fruit and vegetables, freshly baked bread and tempting cakes. He noticed the queue at the fish stall, and took a deep breath of pleasure as he passed the stall of fresh summer flowers.

But the stall that attracted him most was a little second-hand stall, tucked away among the awnings of the regular marketers. He had never noticed this stall before. He stopped to investigate. And there, hidden away in the dark recesses, he noticed a beautiful vase.
Rapidly, he fingered the coins in his pocket. He had just enough to meet the modest cost of the vase, but there would be nothing left over. Ah well, he though to himself. Why not? Even if we have a few lean days, I am going to buy this vase. Mum will love it. Everyone will love it. He handed over the contents of his pocket to the woman behind the counter.

As she wrapped the vase in brown paper, the stallholder said to the boy, Enjoy it, won't you? And treat it well, because it is a magic vase. With these mysterious words ringing in his ears, the lad went off home, proudly carrying his purchase. To the boys surprise, no one reproached him for spending all his money on it. Quite the opposite, in fact. Everyone at home was delighted with the vase.
When Dad saw the vase, he realized how shabby the room was, and he went to the cellar, got out the paintbrushes, and gave the room a makeover. And when the second son saw how nice the room looked, with its fresh coat of paint, he fetched a bucket of water and washed the windows and the door, for the first time in years. When the third son looked out of the bright new windows, he realized what a state the garden was in, and went outside to dig it over. When the fourth son saw the newly dug garden, he planted seeds in the flowerbed and watered them lovingly, all through the spring. When summer came and the baby daughter of the family went out to play in the garden, she noticed the flowers that had grown from the seeds, and she gathered a bunch of them to give to her mother.

Here are some pretty flowers, Mummy, she said, because we love you. Mum was overjoyed. With tears rising in her eyes, and a lump in her throat, she put the flowers in the magic vase.

Category: Stories

Tradition: None

· stories · children · death · life · happiness

 You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

~ Albert Camus

Link: Life Quotes - Brainy Quote

Category: Quotations

Tradition: Other

· life · meaning · happiness

The life we live is not simple.

Unless we exist in an illusion, we know that no joy is unaccompanied by at least a hint of sadness, no beauty stands without a shadow of ugliness behind it.

The choice we have in making our way through this multi-shaded world is in how we respond.

He for whom a single drop of rain or a brief unpleasant interaction is cause for deep suffering, suffers long and often.


She for whom fireworks set the minimum standard for beauty and for whom anything less than undying, unconditional love is not a pleasant human interaction will rarely find joy in this life.

For the one suffers setbacks with equanimity - who rejoices to see a wildflower in bloom – who trembles with pleasure at the touch of a gentle breeze – who receives a ray of sunshine through the window as an invaluable sacred gift, life is sweet indeed.

Truly, this way of living with appreciation and gratitude is the simple open secret to the good life.

And truly, such a way of being does not come to us automatically.

Today, let us ask that we may learn to appreciate. Let us call upon what is powerful around, within, and between us learn a new way of seeing.

May we be blessed with eyes that see the intricate splendour of the growing things of the earth, with ears that hear a perfect symphony in the coo of a baby or the whistle of the wind, with a sense of smell that detects sweet perfume amid the smoke and fumes of the city, and with skin that rejoices in the touch of a human hand and the cold dampness of the life-giving earth.

May we be blessed with teachers who will help us in these ways of sensing.

May we be doubly blessed in being teachers who help others to live with senses open wide to all that is good and beautiful.

We pray that we may learn to love life, fully, openly, without abandon, until the moment we draw our last breath.

by Rev. Andy Pakula

Link: New Unity

Category: Prayers

Tradition: Unitarian

· prayer · Andy Pakula · liturgy · imperfection · life · happiness