Letting Scientology give meaning to your life

A brilliant comment by Rafael on my previous blog post deserves a blog post all on its own:

When I was a Scientologist, I KNEW everything…… or, at least the IMPORTANT things in life.
I was CERTAIN, I had all the answers, where I came from, where I was going, why I was here, what I was, Who I was…….

Scientology gave meaning to my life. Rich, beautiful meaning.

Now that I’m not a Scientologist, I’m just an old sock who knows almost nothing and struggles to make ends meet.

My life might be insignificant in this enormous universe which I’m not saving anymore………

But now I am the one who is giving meaning to it.