When people ask me if they feel that my lack of religious faith impinges on my fear or lack of fear of death, I've often found myself left with a fairly hollow feeling of it all. There's no way I believe in an afterlife, and that does unshakably add a negative feeling towards it.
Lately I've come to realise - that's the most beautiful aspect of death. That what we do in life is all there is to us. When we die, we don't head off to a paradise or an inferno based on what we have done, but the memory of our character remains. What we have done in life can be remembered or forgotten forever, and that makes life so much more worth living. It's not an endless toil to reach an ultimate goal of eternal happiness or damnation. It's about making the most of what we have here and now, and making a name for ourselves in the history books, or even just how we set our kin up in their life, and bettering humanity before ultimately disappearing from the material world where all that remains is our name and deeds.
Even if your name is forgotten, and your physical remains have long since gone, the idea that what you do in life helps society is an incredibly powerful image. We're here once and once only. This just adds an emphasis on making our life about making life better for all. Our death then marks release; a release from the struggle life represents. When we die we finally escape all thought and can be put to rest.
We die, and all that remains is the memory and impact of our deeds. That strikes me personally as a far more poetic and beautiful way of looking at life than living in eternal paradise ever could.





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