There is something incredibly comforting in believing that there is no afterlife.
A lot of people tend to think, rather obtusely, that those who choose not to believe in an afterlife are cursed in someway or short-sighted in another.
I want the world to know, right here and right now, that I am neither shortsighted nor cursed and I am certainly not lacking anything in the spiritual aspect of living.
I love life. I have loved life since I was born. As a matter of fact, I usually joke with my family that I was so pumped about being here on Earth, that I came a week early and upon the moment of delivery, I got cold feet and decided to keep my mom in labor for almost twelve hours. In 1983, that was both badass and cruel on my part, because my mom was, according to medical files, old to have a child at the age of 31.
It is that exact attitude that still somewhat defines my life today. I get über excited about things and then, suddenly like the wind changing its course, I get cold feet and take my time. Sometimes, I need a good old push to do things. I have been known to dig my toes in really deep and not budge an inch.
My parents never made it a point to be raised with any religious format. The spiritual concepts I have discovered, have been of my own doing, following my intuition and my path without the constrictions of a book or a man telling me how sorry I should feel for whatever I did wrong that day. Ever since I was aware of life, I worshiped the sun. I inhaled the mist of the moon late at night and made promises to all the stars that I would become someone.
They say we orbit certain parts of the cosmic universe every number of years. Each year, we have two main meteor showers because the Earth, in its beautiful and simple pattern of simply being, follows the orbit bestowed before it, hitting the Milky Way on time. We mere mortals are dependent of the weather to witness these cyclical events, but just because there are clouds, doesn’t mean it isn’t happening. More importantly, it doesn’t mean that someone else, in a completely different part of the same hemisphere, is witnessing what would be the most miraculous event of their lives.
Meteor showers do that to you. The Leonids, true to their name (under the sign of Leo in the months of July and August) can prepare one of the most glamorous demonstrations of the universe a human can be lucky to see.
And that’s the thing: We simply are just humans. We bleed, we piss, we love, we cry, we make mistakes, and we hopefully learn a thing or two before we die. There is no point in life we don’t have the courage to make those “happy accidents”… and no, I am not making a reference to those “SURPRISE! I AM PREGNANT!” moments, because those can suck. All I am saying is,
THIS IS IT.
There is no “other side” for me in the religious sense. Neil Degrasse Tyson said it beautifully here (watch with a box of kleenex):
Sometimes we lack enough words in our language to express the explosion of emotions things like these make us feel.
“You want to feel connected, you want to feel relevant.”
And that is it. I know I will die. I know the people I love the most, the people that make me be the person that I am today, will die someday too. Time, is relevant when you love someone and you are painfully aware that the time we have with each other is limited. When we love someone who dies, our love for them doesn’t stop. It doesn’t go away. On the contrary, it stays there and every year, on the anniversary of their death, you as your own little planet visit the familiar territory of meteoric emotions that crash into you reminding you of what was once there. Of who was once there.
The reason why I mention afterlife and religion is because the world seems to live under the idea that our actions don’t matter. We have this theory that our sins, whatever that may be for you, will never really matter as long as we confess.
There are some of us who feel no need in confessing anything but the love of life and what it brings with it. There are some of us that cannot believe in a promise of a better “later” when “right now” is all that matters.
So, this is it. I believe that my very bones and blood and flesh will feed the soil one day. My dust, opaque with no sheen of beautiful jewels like diamond dust, or metals like gold, will float on this world and become part of everything from the mop cleaning someone’s dusty home to being part of the stratosphere.
Enjoy this moment. Make love. Smile. Take time to take care of yourself and above all, do good. Be the best version you can be, not for anyone else, but for yourself.
Something many people forget to remember about The Bible, is that it tells you a very poetic if not accurate, way of living:
God is not mocked, for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap (Galatians 6:7)
or like I like to think of it:
To every action there is always an equal and opposite reaction (Issac Newton, Law III)
Humans try to make sense of things, but we are also mighty good at completely ignoring what is truly there and what matters.
Love matters, compassion matters. Compassion is in itself, a verb. What life do you want to have? Have you told those you love that you actually do love them?
You are the master of your destiny. You call the shots.