Quite the opposite.
I was a believer in my early life because of fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear of death. Fear of the afterlife. Fear that if I did one thing wrong, I would go straight down to the "Bad Place".
Oh, of course, I liked the idea of a loving God, and I adored Jesus as well as any Catholic school child can, but I grew older.
As I grew older, I began to see the contradictions between Church teachings and Church actions. I also began to question the reasons why we weren't allowed to question the reasons why.
You know how many times I've heard "God's will" in relation to someone dying, suffering or whatever, no matter how painful and stupid such events were?
You know the gross contradictions entailed in a religion that simultaneously tells you that pain and suffering in this life don't matter, for the righteous will go to Heaven, when someone is suffering... so such suffering is God's will... but will also declare that it's God's will when someone is healed or given blessings? Everything is justifiable by "God" this way, and nothing happens without his explicit acceptance.
You start to add things up, and when the score matches up better to blind chance than to divine intervention, you realize that that's what it is. Then you start meeting people of different faiths. Of different religions. People with no religions.
You start to think.
Who's right and who's wrong. When you've accepted that dogma doesn't equal truth, then you start to question all religions. Some people find solace in Buddhism this way, since it does not question whether or not there is a God and simply exists to fulfill your spiritual needs. Others worship the nature, or the cosmos, or simply peg their belief in a God, but not one on paper. (Einstein, Hawking) Others simply stop believing in Gods altogether, realizing that, since physical evidence for God the Alpha is emphatically negative, worshipping a distant and uncaring God the Omega is pointless.
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As I've said previously, I don't believe that this is all there is. I don't actually believe that death is final. I accept physical, corporeal, electrical death, but I believe that existence is not just this. If I'm wrong, I won't be around to feel sorry for myself, anyway. If I'm right, then I know that I have absolutely no idea what is next... and I'm not going to pretend I do, unlike many billions upon billions of people before me.
Am I scared 🤬-less of death? Of course I am. But I no longer choose to let that fear control me.
Yes, it would be a pleasant surprise to find myself at the Pearly Gates. Of course, the Gardens of Paradise surrounded by virgins would be nice, too... since Catholic Heaven sounds like such a dull, celibate place. Not many great heavens to choose from... I don't know if I'd qualify for the halls of Valhalla, because my chances of dying on a field of battle are pretty low. Unless you regard the highway as one...