Up until I few years ago I spent my life trying to convince myself god was real because it didn’t true feel right. That began when I rode the plane by myself for the 1st time at 5 and didn’t see heaven. A couple years ago I was riding my bike and the chain popped as I was speeding down the hill right into traffic. I thought I was about to die, accepted it, and became extremely peaceful then miraculously my chain popped back into place. With that being said, I’m not afraid of death myself. Idk what happens when u die, but it happens and I accept it.
I respect ur optimism, but I thought we’d have flying cars by now.