This here is a discussion, which hopefully will continue, started by a blog posted by my friend Drew.
Here is his original post:
Life... the cruelest joke ever made. You are born into a world you will love, only to die and never see it again. If you believe in God you go to Heaven, Hell, or anywhere else. In Heaven you have eternal life, but for what purpose? To eternally think about earth and your past life? To eternally live forever in a perfect place to worship God? To endure all the ages being an angel or whatever? To what point? Why would anyone want to spend eternity worshiping someone? I sure as hell wouldn't! I don't believe in God, so the only thing after death to me is nothingness and if you think the way I do, you'd be just as scared. I admit, I'm scared, I stay awake at night thinking about these things and I cry. I cry about the fact that the brother I never had will die years before me. I don't know how I'll make it without him. I bawl because I know one day soon I will no longer hear my mother's voice. Everything that I have will be gone and I'll be left alone in this cruel world. It's all so unfair, but then..... that's life. I've dreamt of having the power to control time, life, death, and every aspect of life. I would create a perfect world: My family and friends never die, the evil perish, the good thrive... I would have total control over everything, but, as is human nature, I would exploit this power for my own gain. If you, my dear reader, ever come across the knowledge I have acquired I pray that whatever deity you believe in wipes this knowledge from your mind, for you too will come to fear as I have. You too will hate this hellish place you were born in..... Life...
This was written a while back. I altered it some as I wrote it but it is still jumbled up. Maybe I will fix it some day. Anyway, this is just a poorly written piece of writing on how I view things. More to come later.
I have been plagued by these thoughts. I lie awake at night thinking 'This is my only chance at life. I am never going to be a conscious being again after this life.' and in scares me to death. And, to make matters worse, my life could end at any given time, for any given reason no matter how obscure. This building that I am in could suddenly collapse. My heart could explode. My coworkers could murder me. Anything at all could end everything I have right now.
Oh, how I wish there was some heavenly being that would grant me eternal life after my demise. I would happily spend eternity worshiping this being if I could just remain with my friends, my family, and my love.
Life is like a blackhole. Everything you love and know is getting pulled in constantly, and at some point in the near future, it will all just be a condensed point of matter. This small point of matter represents memories of you and the things you did. Eventually, however, the blackhole evaporates and all memories of you will be gone.
This is why religion is such an important thing for humans to have. People, for whatever reason, need to believe that this isn't it. They have to believe that this life is their hell, and the afterlife will be infinitely better. Most people can't except the fact that this is the only chance they get, so they waste their time, praying to an invisible man in the sky to make things better, to let them come hang with him when they die, and to let them win the lottery.
I want a bumper sticker that says: "Stop praying for change, go make it happen yourself."
Hello. I am a conscious being. I have thoughts, feelings, memories, friends, family, loves, enemies, and experiences. My name is Derrick. In one fell swoop, all of this will be gone. I will end up just a memory that continually fades at the back of peoples minds. Eventually, they will all die too, and my existence will be gone forever. My black hole will have evaporated.
My future: Nothing. I've got to make the most of this life while I still have it.