This will likely offend somebody, so I guess there's that.
On my drive home I was thinking about old age and dying and what it would be like to look back on your life and think to yourself, "Man, I really did everything I wanted to do and I'm ready to say goodbye and turn out the lights." It was at that point that I wondered if I'd still have that lingering fear of the unknown, of death...and of the so-called "afterlife" that I don't believe in.
Will I fold and choose a "god" to swear allegiance to out of weakness? Out of fear of retribution for not living my life for that particular god's glory? I feel like if I do things the way I plan on doing them, I would honestly be able to look any god in the face at judgement and say "I lived a good life, and I didn't even have to be frightened by the prospect of burning in hell to do it. I just did it because I knew it was the right way to live. I learned to love, to empathize, to explore the world you allegedly created, to help my fellow man, and to do all things as justly and conscientiously as possible."
If that god still decides to condemn me because I did not do all of those things with them in mind, then so be it. But I doubt any supposedly omnipotent god could really punish somebody who was only living the way they were created to live. Unfortunately, not a single religion has a god like this.
Which leads me to my thought of the night. A metaphor for why I think religion is absolutely stupid. Not spirituality, mind you. Religion.
Religion is stupid because it would have us believe that a man could cure cancer, but it wouldn't matter if he was wearing the wrong color lab coat when he did it.
Good night.
