You're born. You do stuff in between. Then you die.People ask "So, uh..What's the point of life?"Well, I had thought that for a while then I got into talking to my friend about that sort of stuff. He made me realize that life's not pointless. You don't know where you'll go after life. I mean, maybe it is. Maybe you die and you go somewhere where you won't need any of the talents or gifts or knowledge you had on Earth. But maybe when you die you go somewhere you create. A place where you feel safe and you do what you think/feel like "heaven" should be like. I don't think there's an exact "heaven" or "hell". I see as more of what you make it in your mind. I see it as a joint (like to make it neat.) where you would be happy but not to the extent of being conceited or over-given but more of a place where there's peace and love where you are free but not out of control. Where you live in a place of excitement and music. Joy and Love. But, I also think it depends on the type of person you are. If you're unhappy it's your own fault. You're unhappy because that's how you make yourself. No one is telling you to be unhappy. So, I would think unhappy people see a place of anger and hatred, other than love and peace.Ya know? Going to a Catholic school for nine years really made me think about how ridiculous it was being Catholic. So strict in guidance. I couldn't think outside the box or that would be...oh..eh.."wrong". You know? I couldn't speak my opinions or I would get criticized. I could never question anything. but inside I was dying. dying to know the truth. Dying to get out of that hell-hole. Dying to be myself and think for myself, for once. Now I can do that. going to a public school. Making new, more divergent friends. and discussing different beliefs and thoughts on the world and religion. It's amazing how much people inspire me and make me think more and more. deeper and deeper. Also, besides the point of Religion.. but still on the subject of dying and life after death... I think it's terrifying to think of who you'll be with when you die. Because..if you die alone.. then who's going to be there? The dead Grandparents? Great Grandparents? Great Great Grandparents? Aunts? Uncles? Friends? Who's there? Who are you going to talk to? Will you get lonely? How fucking terrifying is that. Will it just be you. sitting in this dark hole all by yourself wondering where you are for the rest of eternity. Hopefully not. But who knows? No one. That's the great mystery of life. I love it. I hate it. at the same times. At some point I wish I knew. but at others I'm glad I don't. I either want to be disappointed or surprised(but in the best way possible). I hate the inclination of being disappointed. It's beyond the clobber of all feelings. So, [Dear Whoever-knows-where-I'm-off-to after this party commonly named Life, Please don't let my after life be so dismaying. Please?]
Goodnight.