Heard an interesting bit on CBC radio a while back...the person said (might have been quoting someone else, I don't know) that when we each think back to before we were born, when we didn't exist, it doesn't bother us. In the same vein, the thought of not existing after we die should invite the same feeling of being unbothered.
It was a small lightbulb moment for me.
As much as I would love to believe that there is a heaven - even on where I will see my departed loved ones again - I simply can't see it happening. It is ego, sentimentality, wishful thinking and, yes, love that lead to a belief in Heaven.
Heaven is a comfort for the living, and non-existent for the dead.
I am okay with that.
I am therefore more driven to find out why I am alive at all, with a sense of Self - and what it is I am to do while I am alive. Without a promise of heavenly rewards, I still hope to do good.
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