Fearing Death

But again it all leads back to having faith. If everyone felt this way there would be panic, people would lose their minds without believing in something good in death. We all want to believe that when a loved one dies they go to a better place, but who is to say? I wish I could believe this farce, this unrealistic belief. I wish for something in death, a peaceful place, but I can not force myself to believe when our enemies past and present believe the same thing, how can we not expect to run into Nazi’s and the Vietnamese. If everyone gets in could Adolf Hitler be expected to give up his final solution? Or is he already destroying the heavens.

With all the fears comes one hope though, the hope that I am wrong, and all of the other people are right. That if you are a good person then when you die you will be welcomed to the heavens. The segregated closed off from bad, heavens. It truly sounds wonderful, no crime, no worry about money or bills, just salvation. Or at the other end, people who deserve damnation, deserve punishment, thrown into exile, forced to labor for eternity and are met with violence in hell. A place where all evil finally get their comeuppance.

But I guess there is only one way to find the answer. Actually experiencing death and discovering the answer for myself. An answer that will hopefully take me many years to finally find the answer to. I hope to forget my fears, and live my life to the fullest not worrying about what happens after death, but it will still be there. Lingering in the back of my mind, for on that day, my day of judgment my fears will flash to me once more, before my journey to the unknown.