In my 36th year I feel as though I am only now living fully.
Religion, in my experience, placed a noose around my neck and made me a slave.
Intellectually and emotionally I was bound and restricted. Limited to a narrow framework with which to receive and perceive the world.
Life revolved around the afterlife. Heaven mattered more than earth. All my thoughts and actions were judged by how much they were pleasing to the great deity.
And yet what is life? Fuck, procreate, die, leaving a genetic legacy. Looking from the perspective of bacteria up through the animal kingdom, you see waste, violence, damage, death, destruction, disaster. Kill or be killed. Predators and victims. And you call this the creation of a benevolent god?
Sorry guys, we evolved from apes. We will die and we will be dust. We will join the legion of the dead and life will cease to exist. I know, it’s a hard thought. Took me long enough to finally let go of the illusion of life going on.
Without this whole bullshit guilt around sin, I can now finally live freely. The religious freaks will probably pray for my soul and lament at just how hedonistic I will become. All the while I feel free to practice a new kind of morality, one that is respectful for all of life.
The religion that I knew was immoral. Anything that places such a vice on life should be discarded, mocked, ridiculed, and destroyed. Life is now so much more pleasurable, though I still carry the scars that are slowly healing with time and hedonistic delight.