Yookoso!
I have a bad news: we are going to die! Assimilate death; as part of our future, present, and past, is to accept the only truth at born time: we are going to die! We have to face death one way or another, I would prefer another, but here preferences are out of bounce.
I woke up one day with the bad feeling that I was going to die. And it made me consider that everything I work for maybe useless in the after life. I may not be able to take my, when I buy it, 4000cc Tadek Marek engine, 1964 Aston Martin DB5.
And what if all the 3 hours Saturdays, and 3 hours Sundays football (for neofites soccer) sessions are not enough to keep me in good health after I die?
Maybe my love ones will not be able to visit me in the other world.
Or, would I think this is the other world when I am there? And what if there is no there there? How would I know which one is which? How would I know if I rest in peace?
Man, sometimes things are damn complicated.
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The ripper’s son asks his mother
“Mom, is that truth that some day I will be death?”
To what the mother answers.
“Yes, but you would have to die first.”
I want to go to heaven. But what if my Gathers M, Honda GPS does not work? What should I do if I get lost on the stairway to heaven? Am I the only one with these questions? If that is so, why no body is asking them? No body cares to die?
How come some would not care to prepare for the coming death?
Then again, while some maybe getting everything ready for those who are here, what about preparing for those who are there?
I do not want to get to the other side and think that everything I did was a waste. I think I am responsible to have everything ready for me, and for those who will receive me there. Because I am sure somebody will receive me there. I mean, it would be naive to think that there is nothing there.
Why would we think that this is the only time we have? And please, do not say you, my two readers, never had sophomore thoughts about dying.
Anyway, I believe that for humans to assimilate death there should be a second life. Don’t you think so?