I don't want to go to heaven I want to live my life on Earth
Whenever I felt a good warm feeling, I assumed that was the spirit, but I now realize that it’s just the combined emotions of happiness and comfort, which is something I can feel anytime. But comfort from what? The fact that we’re all dying? The fear of the end? Over time I realized that there isn’t much to fear about death. I don’t need comfort from it. Of course I don’t want to die early, but life needs to end at some point, for good. That sounds ridiculously morbid, but it’s not morbid at all. In fact, the idea of heaven sounds absolutely terrible when you stop to think about it. Sure, it may be fun for a few billion years, but we’re not talking about a few billion or trillion years. We’re talking about forever. Eternity is a long time to exist. Eventually, no matter how amazing and perfect heaven is, you will want it to end, but it never will. Eventually, heaven and hell would probably feel equally bad. People weren’t made to be able to psychologically handle eternal life.
Even if religion were true, I wouldn’t go through my entire life trying to get into the highest degree of heaven. If we’re just living for the next life, are we really living at all? The fact that heaven is described as a place without conflict or pain seems like a red flag to me. Without some conflict, life is pretty meaningless. Overcoming conflicts and finding ways to make an imperfect life a little closer to perfection gives life meaning. That’s not possible in a perfect utopia of nothing but happiness. There wouldn’t be a purpose for existence, and life would get pretty dull. Remember, eternity is a long time. I don’t trust anything advertised as a utopia, because when you read the fine print, all of a sudden it seems very dystopian. Sure, heaven would be nice, but how many people have to suffer to make that a reality? It doesn’t seem worth it.
Death is not morbid, but heaven seems pretty depressing if you ask me. I would never want to go there, even if I believed it existed, which I don’t. We have one life. We will never know how big the universe is, and even if we did, our brains aren’t able to comprehend numbers like that. We will probably never communicate with intelligent extraterrestrial life, and one day humanity will end and be forgotten forever. But do you know what? That’s okay. The fact that we even exist and have the capacity to think is amazing. We get one life to experience emotions, try new things, learn about the world around us, and help improve the lives of others. Sure, we may be pretty insignificant in this universe, but if there’s any intelligent life out there, they’re all just as insignificant to us as we are to them, so it really doesn’t matter whether or not we have any significance. There may be no real meaning to life, but that’s even better. You get to chose your meaning. Games like Lego and Minecraft were so successful because there was no objective meaning. You could choose whatever you wanted to do. Life is the same way. You create your meaning. An atheistic view of the universe is only depressing if you think of it that way.