When I believed in god, I put my dreams on hold for "god's plan" even though there was no way of knowing "god's plan" - I mean he didn't write it on a napkin or burn a bush for me..
When i realized I was an atheist - I realized it's all up to me. And that was very freeing - my dreams were mine again. My dreams to write and to create were mine to make come true to let go - my decision.
I also realized every second counted - no more "well if I don't see that person now I will see them in heaven"
So I find myself mourning wasted time. I mourn the words I did not write, the art I did not create and currently the Aunt I didn't say goodbye too before she died because I thought "that situation makes me uncomfortable - I will see her in heaven"
"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life" ~Steve Jobs