What is time but movement of an object through space.
All we truly have is time, yet we waste it on blind belief, behaving as though other's words are absolute instructions toward divinity and afterlife. We waste our experience on chasing their paradigm of heaven, their view of happiness.
If belief is close a kin to faith,  then words are akin to lies; what is sacred must be known, to know without doubt, is strength in itself. Like a rock or mountain,  we must not be moved, and our love for truth and creation--must be as unwavering. Words are only  words, and I have faith and believe that Good is better a time given or wasted... Space is what we make of it, roads that we pave... What happens after happens after, and now is the perfect time to do right, and true.
Thank goodness for you.