We are all going to die.
Depending on one’s faith or lack there of, you either exist with hope, with apathy, or with terror. For me, anything besides residing with Jesus for eternity, sounds like Hell.
Coming back reincarnated? Hell. I didn’t like this ride the first time around.
Being around 30 virginal men? Hell. For obvious reasons, that is NOT paradise.
Disappearing into a dark abyss of nothingness, and non-existence? Vapor? If this really is the endgame, well then, nothing matters because this is all we get. Seems like a BIG waste of time. Just saying… a universe that is so orderly (and if you doubt it’s orderly, please explain: sunrises, sunsets, polarity of the moon, revolutions around the sun, the beautiful and terrifying steering currents that determine weather, and then there’s also gravity) the randomness of humanity (without order) doesn’t jive with the rest of existence as we know it. The universe seems quite purposeful, intentional… but I should believe that I’m random? Destined to be here about, 80-years, and then vanish? Then, why would I need to be a decent human being? Nothing actually matters. Why would I have to want to leave a legacy of decent human beings, by being a good parent? Legacy doesn’t matter… I’m vapor. The futility of it all would feel like a mouse wheel… so, you guessed it: Hell. Hell on earth. Hell being in this temporary shell that is destined to crack, and never exist again. Hell. Why should I be civil? Why should I think about the betterment of others… if this is all I get, then I’d want it all. I’d be the most selfish person on the planet, I’d be my own god. Serving all of my whims. Right? Yeah… HELL. My kids would hate me, I’d never have a real and successful relationship, but what would that actually matter… I’m vapor. yep… Hell.
What I’m saying is, like it or not, our perception of the “end” determines how we exist in the “now”.
But, we have such a hard time with that. I get it, some of us don’t even contemplate the “end” we just worry about being “good people” here, in the now. Ok, ok, who defines, “good people”? Me? You? Society? Then, aren’t the goal posts always moving? I know that today’s world is different than it was in 1994. Some people could’ve been defined as “good people” in ‘94, but today, they’d be cancelled. If being a “good person” is a moving target, how do you hit it?
I’ve been told that we are in constant “evolution” or we are becoming “enlightened” but my common sense tells me that we are just believing whatever we want because we don’t want absolute truths. We don’t like consequences. If everything is suggestive, then again, (to quote Metallica) “nothing really matters”.
I know what I believe. I live for Christ. Seeking HIM for the rest of my life, with all of my life. I want every breath to honor HIM. I want every action to honor HIM. That’s my North. That’s where I’ve set my compass and that’s where I’m traveling. Do I get tossed? YES!!! Heck Yes! But then…I’ve got a compass, I’ll find my way back.
So… what about you? Does your “north” constantly move? Are you, your own north? I don’t know about you, but I make a horrible god.
Just thinking out loud people…