It's not very comforting

It's not very comforting being an atheist. Other's believe in an afterlife, I do not. I guess I've resolved most of the grief of leaving the fairy tale behind, but as I get closer to the end, I'm still do not feel the love.

This is like coming out of the closet at times. I'm not even "spirtual". People really look at me funny if I ever do confess, but I don't really care anymore what they think.

Luckily both myself and my husband share the same view. But again, it's not comforting. I'm 51, and life seems to speed ahead...but hey, one day I won't know, won't care. Perhaps we are indeed energy that absorbs back into the universe? Now that would be very cool.

Here is something for all of you:



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