Latest post of the previous page:There is a conflict between my emotions and my logic when it comes to this topic. A part of me has always wanted to believe in God, to believe in the answers that religion gives, particularly in the comfort of meeting your loved ones again after we are dead. My brain, however, tells me that this belief defies logic and that once we are dead there is nothing.
The idea that there is nothing after death is quite appealing, no pain, no sorrow, no conciousness, just peace. Though this is little comfort to those who are left behind and have to face the void their loved one has left in their life.
That is the downside of being a logical thinker I suppose, you can't fool yourself into believing everything will be alright, which is how I feel about religion, it's like lying to yourself. Yet part of me would like to have faith, because it seems easier than facing the stark truth of life and loss.
I think it takes a special kind of person to face the truth head on without flinching, those who cannot manage it either avoid the truth completely or like me, see the truth but still wish it wasn't so.