Unlike the rest of the world, I actually think about my life and where I am going. I’m an adamant atheist, yet I still ponder the question , “What’s next?” I read some excerpts of Satre and Camus’ “The Stranger” and that really had me thinking that life is truly meaningless and I need to make meaning. Meaning isn’t attached to life; we as humans attach meanings to life our self. I wonder why most people don’t think about this; they blindly attach themselves to this ideal after life vision which is complete rubbish in my eyes. I read ‘The God Delusion’ thus religion fails.