I think I’m having some sort of existential crisis.
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot. About a lot of things. One of those things is death. No, don’t call the police, I’m not looking for a way out. I’m talking about the end, and what happens.
Do you ever just think about the future, like how some day you just won’t be here anymore? What happens when you die? Is it just it just like… Pain? Peaceful? Both? Can you see down on earth and how it affects your loved ones? Or are you in heaven, waiting for your friends and family to join you, watching out for them and making sure they make it through life safe?
Now, I’m a Christian. I believe that last sentence, that when you die, you go to Heaven, and wait for your loved ones and watch over them. I’ve just been trying to wrap my head around the thought. It’s hard to see your place in the world, and what purpose you serve. But we all serve a purpose, even if we can’t see that. Everyone, and everything, has a purpose.