How can one reconcile with life after learning there’s no afterlife?
I’ve read plenty of stories about people’s hearts stopping and being revived, in other words dying and coming back to life, and one thing that the majority say is that they don’t remember anything after being dead. Having been raised Christian I had believed since early childhood in heaven and hell, and whenever things were going bad I would remind myself of Heaven and how great it would be. But now I’m highly skeptical, and I think about it a lot. I hate the fact that I have absolutely no way of seeing my loved ones after death, and that we ultimately have nothing to look forward to. Just to think of all the places you want be able to go, books you won’t be able to read, films you won’t be able to see, people you won’t be able to meet, after you die. Knowing that in no way will I ever see my father, grandfather, or dog again. It’s something I wouldn’t dare talk to my family about, because they’re all very Christian and would go crazy if they found out I wasn’t one. I feel as though my desires are a paradox, because I want to see the world and be a globe trotter because of this lack of belief in an afterlife, knowing I only have this life to do it. While at the same time, I’m reluctant to do this because I know that literally every vehicle in the world has a chance of killing me, and avoiding them would decrease my chances of dying significantly. I don’t think about this as much as I used to, but it still bothers me, and I feel the need to reach out for any help on the subject. I’ll probably ask similar questions later, because it’s a concept I’ve never been able to fully grasps. Any and all help is appreciated.