Why I Don’t Want to Go to Heaven
My time in eternity is no one’s business
We’ve all been there. Casual conversation turned to some form of religious/philosophical debate. All religion has been lost on me for some time now. I have ZERO interest in any of it. I accidentally learned how one simple phrase triggers a larger conversation though — Just say, “I don’t want to go to Heaven”.
Not to get into the nitty gritty of why I’d say that, just know my reasonings are vast — but if I had to boil it down to the bottom bits in the pan, I’d say my issue is simple.
If religion truly matters and is so incredibly important — IT’D BE WRITTEN IN THE SKY!
It’s as simple as that. Nothing so vital to our existence would be left to us mere mortals and our limited understanding of all existence to solve on our own. Leaving it all for us to figure out would not be the actions of a loving and caring deity, but more of a sadist looking to giggle at our inability to solve the riddle while simultaneously giving us anxiety.
To make things worse for those who are regularly concerned with the condition and ultimate fate of my said soul, I present them with complete apathy over the matter. This is often confusing and met with sadness on their part.
I learned a neat party trick years ago that has been quite helpful. If you want a salesman to leave you alone, don’t look at the product he’s selling.
When presented with any conversation regarding the afterlife (that no-one has reported back from BTW), I tend to blank off. I offer no input, I say nothing. It’s a simple but effective spell to communicate that I have left the convo.
The bigger issue is that it is truly none of anyone’s concern or business where I want to spend my rest of existence. Just for even more fun with the matter, my friends and I have a standing rule:
First one to Hell, gets us all a big table.
As I often do, I’d like to present this in a different way. Imagine someone asking you where you were planning to go on your vacation. Then when you tell them, they are totally aghast at the idea that you don’t want to go where they are going. Your first instinct will be to tell them that it’s what you want to do and it’s none of their damned business, thank you very much (or the like).
Instead, you’ll stay quiet or say that it’s all booked and can’t be changed. Eh Hem, There’s a parallel there.
Our eternal direction should be no different. Just let people do what they’re going to do. After all, if the eternal kingdom is where you want to go and I have made it clear that I don’t, I can guarantee (with 100% certainty) that you’ll be glad as all hell that I’m not there.
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