Here I am. There you are. Here they are, and there they are. All the forms of where that person may or may not be, depending on the pathological or compulsion within a persons words whether they be truthful or not. But regardless of that simple fact, there is still the question of what comes next.
We have our lives. we have our breath and bodies and mind. We have our emotions and thoughts, we have it all for the time that we are on this earth. There are some who flaunt that, there are some who waste it. But why? Have you ever sat there and just... thought? used your mind to as far as you can go with it and see what you can do? Have you ever run through your mind, the different levels and capabilities, ever tried to see and think farther than you have ever done before? Ever tear apart the dimensions, to create a dimension out of ever individual piece in that dimension, and then repeat with each of those till you have the universe unlocked in your own thought that surpass quantum physics? Have you ever visited these thoughts using the boat of imaginations?
The mind, such a beautiful thing it is. So many wonders, and yet we squander all of its' uses. We have no idea how far the potential of the brain, of our very own world and voice, our own very selves can go. Piece by piece, world by world, door by door, mirror by mirror. What can we do with all that we possess?
And the thought of death. we are constantly fascinated by that story of the other side, the afterlife, heaven and hell, the mirror, the endless taco bell. We think and ponder, and there are those of us that think that we know th answer to it, and they try to live by it. But there is no way to prove it.
Where do we go? Do we actually have spirits? Souls? Where do we travel? Are we passengers to the other side... Where do our memories go? They cannot just die, though I suppose they could die just as a legacy we create dies over time... But where does it all go, once we dry up and waste away...?
Is the life that we are living just the beginning? Our we just in a everlasting (no not everlasting cause we eventually die which may mean) dream where once we die we awaken to the real life which possess that which we never had in a dream? Our we just in some kind of... trace made by others in another world? Have we traveled into another dimension where death is possible, where our home world it is not? Is there nothingness, where we hear nothing see nothing speak nothing feel nothing know nothing and are nothing? Or is there actually a heaven and hell?
What is our life worth if there is a nothingness... that which I fear is th thought of nothingness... after all that we have done and then there is nothing...
We live our lives, we love our friends and family, we make ourselves and others happy... but to not purpose? For why are we here then? Is there more to it then we can see with out own eyes? Why do we live? Do you, my friend, have a reason why you live, knowing that even if you make that other person happy, that when they die and when you die and when everyone that knew you and knew them is dead.. that it meant nothing....?
I myself, live for the love of my friends. I love my friend, and regardless of whether or not I be rewarded by some god or by nothingness, I live to make them happy and to return the love that they show me, whether I deserve it or not. I live for my friends, and I will die for them, if necessary.
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