I’m not a religious person. Actually more so I’m not a believer.
Never really have been.
I went through bouts in high school where I tried out different religions – the Catholicism I was raised in, the Judaism of my friends, the Buddhism that I thought would make me a better person but none of it stuck.
In the end, I came to terms with the notion that there is nothing after death.
Not to say that sometimes the idea doesn’t scare the crap out of me but ultimately, I’m okay with it.
I think it lets me live more concretely in the here and now. I’m not waiting for some great return or reward. I don’t think that when people I love die that I’ll see them again at some big party in the sky. I understand it’s the end. And I believe it helps me love them even more in the here and now. It helps me appreciate how complicated and difficult and beautiful and heartbreaking and fantastic this experience really is. The fact that we exist at all, on this rock out in all that empty space, is in itself mind-blowing.
And that’s what I worship – the mere glimmer of a chance.
Happy Easter kids. Go eat peeps.