For years I thought I am an atheist but I realized I was wrong. Although I couldn't find myself in any of religions known to me, I realized I wasn't an atheist as well...

God is a part of an atheist's life, weather we like it or not. An atheist may exclude God from him/herself but cannot exclude people he or she lives with. And they, or some of them, bring God with them...

Atheists are dear to me, they do not accept things for granted, they search for answers, and most of the atheists I knew were very intelligent people.

But do the real atheists exist?

Isn't the fear there equal for believers and atheists?

Fear reminded me of how small I am and how great everything in nature, on this Earth is. Did I believe ever or was I confused?

Today, I am an (a)gnostic/believer. I am God's creature, God's person. Although I cannot accept any known religion to be mine, I accept all people. Atheists, Christians, Buddhists, Jewish, Muslims, Zoroastrians... all. I wish we all have one church together and we were not wolves to others...