I envy people who truly believe in the god they believe in. They pass through this life with such surety that if they do this or don't do that there will be a place for them in their christian or jewish or muslim or rastafarian heaven. Some people even believe that this is hell and they must endure it to go to the 'real' existence, the next stage in their journey.
Oh, granted, there are the shouters and the hysterics, bible thumpers and scripture quoters, trying to get me on their side because they're afraid of what might really be out there, and they want company to reinforce what they're afraid not to believe in.
I wonder sometimes if the believers ever wake in the middle of the night, terrified that there might not really BE a god, or a heaven, or a better life...when I wake like that, all I can see ahead of me is darkness, and nothing. Like looking down into the dark water that signals deep water, really really deep water...
But what that does is make me much more appreciative--and careful--of what's here, and what I've done, or will do. It's the only legacy I have, and the only comfort, knowing that one very small piece of ground is a bit better than it was, at least for a little while. My mother used to dismiss things she wanted to ignore by saying, 'well, after Im gone that leaky roof won't matter, someone else can fix it'. Yeah, ma, it does matter.
We're all connected, not only to each other, but to the earth, the oceans, everything. What we do affects what other people do, even in a very small way. And I truly wish I had a belief that involved an afterlife, if only to be able to speculate on what it might be. But all I see is the darkness out there, and silence.