The Soul Shatters

I’m a socially awkward dead person.

                Don’t laugh. This will probably be you when you’re dead. I mean, of course most of you would like to believe that there’s a God or Allah waiting to take you to Heaven or the equivalent of, but there’s not. However, there is an afterlife, which surprised me, since I’m an atheist. Was an atheist. Whatever.

                Now, I know you’re confused because I told you there is no divine creator, but there’s an afterlife. You’re all sitting there staring at your screen like “What? Did this girl hit her head on the way down to Hell?” But that’s not the case.

                See, there’s something you need to realize.

                You exist.

                I’ll give you a moment.

                It’s a startling thing to realize that out of all people, animals, beings in the world, you are yourself. You are thinking your own thoughts, living in your own body, clipping your own toenails (that last one was a bit of a stretch).

                Anyway, you have always been, you will always be. There is no deity that created you and watches over you, but something kick started your actuality. Something made it possible for you to be wherever you are today. It’s kind of amazing.

                I promise I’ll try to answer some of your questions later, because I know you have them. But for now, let’s get back to me, because this isn’t a creation theory, it’s the tale of my life, my death, and my existence.

                After all, this is my story.