“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.” - Oscar Wilde
People always ask me what my beliefs on death are when the learn of my faith (or lack thereof). “So, you believe in nothingness?” they ask. “Do you believe you’ll turn into a tree when you die?!” they guffaw. Those same people seem to view life in a hazed perspective: what one does in the present holds no face value to what’s in store for them in the afterlife. While this view could also spawn into many other heated debates over religion and the relative idiocy still found in the Western world, I’ll stay on point.
Life in its current form is an indisputably tangible thing. It’s really the only thing you can be sure of: you’re experiencing it, riding it’s wild journey. Whether or not you think there’s an afterlife of sorts in store for you, your life is inarguably real compared to an afterlife.
With that asserted, I come unto you with this: live life for the present, not for what you think you’ll be rewarded with. Ever since I became a “convert” to nothingness, my life priorities have had a deafening change. Mostly because before, I never thought about “fulfilling life.” I just woke up, ate, and continued on. I don’t wait around for something I’m unsure of. That’d be wasting my good time. That logic, if applied any where else in the world, would be deemed daft. I see life before me as an opportunity to make change, make love, make friends. Innovate, procreate, befriend. I honestly don’t care if you will always bide by the belief of an afterlife, that’s respectable. Obviously, who am I, a lowly individual, to tell you otherwise. But, life is bigger than you may make it out to be. Live it with the doubt of an afterlife. Live it only by the sureness you know, only then will your life have purpose. There are religious individuals that go into death thinking that their life wasn’t pious enough for salvation. There’s doubt emanating from their souls, regrets for not doing more. If one was to actually put in an effort to strive for good, squeezing out the opportunity life gave them, he/she wouldn’t go into death unsure of anything. They can be sure of the fact that they lived life. They achieved the great aforementioned feats of life: making change, making love, making friends. If there is a God, what justice is it to deny salvation to someone who lived a life of peace and prosperity? If there isn’t, death wouldn’t be scary. Far from it. Peacefully leaving, knowing they’ve prospered. To be laid down in the brown earth, nature rustling over, with no worry in sight. That would be the greatest gift and greatest good bye for a life that truly lived.
(Disclaimer: This was written while the author was half asleep. He apologizes in advance for any ridiculous allusions made in this writing)
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