Value of Faith
It is days like these that I wished that I believed in an afterlife. Those words sound hypocritical to me. They are, perhaps, remnants from a faith that died many years back. But I wouldn’t be honest if I didn’t mention that I didn’t miss the belief. Strangely, I don’t miss the belief for myself. In all honesty, I am perfectly content to just fall asleep and relegate myself to the big black for all of eternity. Maybe I feel this way because I don’t love this life all that much and this is why I couldn’t imagine spending an eternity feeling this way. Not that my life is all that bad, but it isn’t all that great either. And an eternity of this? No thank you! I’ll take the big sleep option for myself. But when I hear others talking about their ideas of their eternities, it sounds wonderful and I truly want that for them. But wanting that for them and believing it are two separate sides of the coin. I see a value in faith, especially after having loosing my own.
