A Note for the Living
As you read this, I honestly don’t know where I am right now. Maybe I’m lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as the weight of my thoughts pins me down. Maybe I’m forcing a smile for someone, trying to convince them—and myself—that I’m okay. Or maybe I’m somewhere in between, lost in that fragile space where hope flickers but doesn’t quite take hold. Or, I might not even be breathing anymore, and this will be my last words. I know how heavy life can feel. The kind of heavy that makes you question if taking another breath is worth it. I’ve been there. Some nights, the silence in my room feels deafening, and my mind becomes a battlefield I’m too tired to fight in. I lie awake, haunted by thoughts of everything I’ve done wrong and everything I’ll never be. It’s exhausting, isn’t it? To carry all this pain and pretend you’re fine. To feel like you’re screaming for help, but no one can hear you. That’s why...
Life after ? Life after death? I'm not really a fan of this concept of heaven, hell, afterlife, etc. I feel like if we're gone or dead and thats it. No more pain no more happiness just ABSOLUTE VOID OF NOTHING HAHAH. But to be honest I'd prefer that one not because I'm not fit in "Heaven" but i think it's not fair for some reasons. Cuz if we're going to think about it CRITICALLY there's a lot of people who committed mistake not because they want to but they need to. Pretty much no choice at all. Besides SOME religious people gate keeping the GATE TO HEAVEN and at some point it's also the reason why some of em are toxic.
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I don't know if there's a life after death.
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