I don’t see how accepting the possibility that there is no eternal life is despair. Accepting that life is finite is not the same as nothing really matters.
Must there be something after this life for this life to be meaningful? I say the finite nature of life adds beauty and makes it that more precious.
Flip it in the end and see if this makes sense. You’re on a boat that’s sinking. It’s going down for sure in a measured time. Drop by drop it’s sinking. And then you’ll drown. There’s absolutely no hope of rescue.
But when you first got the boat you remember someone telling you there might be a life raft hidden on board somewhere. And enough supplies for you to make it out alive.
So tell me this. Do you make a try for the raft and supplies? Do you look high and low for that? Or do you just go ahead with waiting for the boat to sink? Being ‘pretty’ sure you didn’t see a raft. Well not anywhere near where you’re sitting at any rate.
I mean is the sunset nice and pretty enough for you to happily sink into the ocean with a sigh? Is that what you’re living for? Just to count sunsets until the last 1?
For me, atheism is not something I lose any sleep over. From my pov it is not filled with despair. It is simply accepting limits of our early existence as I do not feel a need for something outside myself to give my existence meaning and so forth.
I know you might be happy with the full temporary of this world. Sort of like a video game that gets unplugged in the end. And maybe you’ve got heaps of good reasons for that.
For me though? It’s not that simple. I can pick a life of pain. Or a life of flashing colors. I can go full in for a fast slide to the end. Or I can linger here in discomfort and frustration. Now give me a reason to do 1 over the other. Give me a deep reason. Why shouldn’t I just spin around in a life of drinking and drug use? Why shouldn’t I come and ‘borrow’ your stuff to pay off my bills? I mean it’s all temporary. It’s not yours for keeps. And maybe you’re getting old and forgetful anyway. Maybe you don’t really need that stuff all that much. Maybe you’ve got too much of it to carry as it is. Why should I care?
Now sure that pretty much looks like the only reason I care about people and their things is because otherwise I might get mine in the end. Sure. And maybe at the basic level it might even start there. Maybe that’s the 1st level.
But on the other hand maybe the idea that we all have a whole eternal life ahead of us means I think a lot harder about how my acts might hurt others. Because that hurt might vibrate for a long time. It might make ripples that bounce forward and back and affect a lot of others. And those others might act the same. And they might all in the end change where they were otherwise headed. And the fact they were ‘headed’ anywhere now means this life is a journey and not just an end game. It means we’re here for a bit of work. That we’ve got a job to do in this.
So without that? Well then we’re all just on a bit of a cruise. We’re all just on a temporary trip to nowhere in particular. And our boat’s slowly sinking. Measured and true. So if we’re all on this boat and we know how it all ends? Why are some of us choosing to be workers on board? Why are some of us giving up our valuable now to serve others instead of just lying in the sun on deck? Why? To be ‘nice’? But then what use is nice on a temporary trip? Who cares? We’ll never see each other again. Nothing we do has any real meaning. We’re not changing things for the better except for a temporary feel into the future dark. And none of that has a surprise ending.
So convince me man. Convince me really well. Because I’d rather just slide back into my token life and let the hard glide right over me. I’d rather feel the softness of my seat at the bar of oblivion than sit on this hard bench of consequences and truth. So tell me what I want to hear. Let me now none of it matters in the end. Do your best. Make it convincing. Make sure it’s good and clear. Because I don’t want to doubt you here. I want the full reveal.
So I can revel in my lack of accountability. So I can relax in that no one remembers any pain past present. And so I can be sure that my own past doesn’t matter. Sounds like the easy life’s pretty close up. It’s in reach man. Push it to me.
I’m really thirsty here.