"If I died tomorrow, do you actually think you would never see me again?"
Carmen asked me this question not too long ago and it really challenged me. Being an atheist means I do think this life is it and the journey ends when death wraps its cold arms around us. It scares me to think that if Carmen, whilst I am writing this, dies would I ever see aher again in a life after? Does the journey continue? I have to be honest with myself though and, right now, I don't think I would see her again. I believe the life we are sharing is the only journey we will share; therefore I need to make the most of her.
It's a brutal viewpoint, I know. Some may see it as slightly callous because it seems alien to think we won't see loved ones again. When a person dies the regular responses are of hope that they are in a 'better place', 'sleeping with the angels', 'walking with Jesus' and so forth.
People refuse to believe I am an atheist and are almost incredulous that I could hold the belief that there is no afterlife. It's slightly offensive to some.
But, just because I don't believe in heaven doesn't mean I don't believe in love and compassion and care. I spent too many days hating myself and others and digging my grave early. Too many days wishing this life away. It's true, life is for living.
I may not believe in life after death but I passionately believe in life during life.
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