Why spend our entire existence, building homes from marriage and unconditional love with a stable career, while role modeling for our children if when we leave this world behind we cease to exist.
So when we die. Everything we fought for, cried for, loved for, bled for, it just turns to black. We lose our conscious and we are nothing.
All our friends and family that passed away are nothing but memories until we perish, but pass it along to our great children.
All my grandparents have died and it hurt seeing them pass away. I grew up with most of them and it's disrespectful in the memory of their existence to believe their life was meaningless when they had a great impact of my upbringing.
Honestly for people who don't believe in something, they've never truly loved or shared meaningful memories with someone before. Because if you truly did, you'd understand that someday you'll want to see them again.
Like my grandparents