Am I afraid to die?
I have been waiting for two years for someone to ask me this question.
According to 1inChrist's original post, there are two places for an Atheist to go after death--Hell, or oblivion. I do not believe in Hell--as a reasoning almost-adult, I cannot believe in Hell, or Satan, or even God. But I wish with all my heart that I could.
Burning in a lake of fire? Being driven for mile after mile by demons with barbed scourges? Drowning in a river of excrement again and again for all eternity? Big freaking deal.
Pain is nothing. After a century or three, you get used to pain. Or better yet, you go mad from agony and the pain doesn't really bother you that much. You know what scares me?
Nothing.
I am afraid of nothing. Of seeing nothing... of feeling nothing... of being nothing. That is my one, terrible fear--that one day, I shall cease to exist.
Think about it for a minute. No, I won't care when it happens--I won't be able to. I won't be able to move. I won't be able to think. I won't even have the luxury of going mad, because I won't have a mind to lose.
Ceasing to exist--that is the one thing in all of reality that terrifies me more than I can even begin to describe. And that is also exactly what will happen to me when I die.
I've always had a keener sense of my own mortality than most people my age--even as a God-slave, I never really accepted the idea of an afterlife. Right now I'm taking Driver's Ed, and it's been a shock to see how lightly my classmates take the subject. Most likely they've never taken the time to think about what it's like to die--if they did, I'm certain they wouldn't laugh quite so loudly at the videos of car crashes our teacher shows us... but I digress.
The point, 1inChrist, is that I am indeed afraid to die--but if I allow fear to rule my life, I am no different from a spineless God-slave like you.