Death

In the last three weeks, I have heard about the death of a friend’s grandma, the passing away of another friend’s grandpa, a boy who committed suicide, and another boy who got killed in a car accident. I hadn’t really thought about death lately, but as I learned about these four people who recently left this world, I started to wonder about what comes after life. 

People spend their whole lives trying to understand and grasp the meaning of life, but no one knows what really comes after life. Many religions exist, each having its own explanation for what happens after death. According to my religion, I will go to either Heaven or Hell, depending on how I act and behave during my lifetime. However, I sometimes wonder if I will be born again in another body, or if I will even be aware of anything after I am dead. Maybe it will be as if I am dreaming, feeling and knowing nothing.

People tell me that death is a part of life, but it seems to me that life is a part of death. We are alive for only a short amount of time, compared to the endless time that we will spend being dead.