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[call_response]

Sometimes I just have fun and life is what I want it to be: devoid of anger, pain and restrictions. I want to speak where I can and die knowing that I gave it my best shot. I want things to be carefree and beautiful

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[etrnaloptimist4]

Tasha, I am sitting here in the computer lab at school reading what you have to say and trying my hardest not to cry. It's hard, but I made it. I just can't reread it or I know I will cry.
Now, to answer your question... death. Here on earth you will be only a memory to some and if you're lucky you might have made a lasting impact outside of your little box. Outside of this world is (crap i don't know the word) incomprehensible. i have no idea about good or evil anymore, i think there is something so much larger than us that it cannot be explained in words. upon seeing it, it is still impossible to describe. our soul passes through to this other side, and maybe depending on what kind of person we were, our soul goes to the good/evil side. i'm not really sure. i would like to believe there is a heaven and hell but right now it is difficult. there's too much bad. too many contradictions...
other than that, what i think life after death to be, for those who may go to heaven is like this:
in the movie My Girl, Veta describes heaven to Thomas J. as being a place where you ride around on horses with wings all day and eat marshmallows, and if you fall, there are clouds to catch you. everyone is friends with everyone else and no one gets picked last for teams. that is heaven i think. for today in this moment anyways...

[call_response]

It's so hard to think about because there is no real or right belief. You can't prove anything. It's exactly what you think and how you die depends on how you live your life. How you live your life depends on what you think happens when you die. It is imcomprehensible. Perfect word. Maybe our minds are not made to think of this.
Sometimes I wonder about my belief about nothingness after you die. I look at the way I live my life, trying to be a good person (what IS good?) for no apparent reason becauseafter death, there will be no reason for my existence. Why do I continue to try to be good if I don't think there is a reason for it? I ask myself these thigns and I don't know the answer. I wonder if you can help me. You make things clear.
I think we need to sit down and have a talk. I adore your logic.