I had a dream last night that I died. It was something that really makes you think. Don’t think too much into it. It could of had many meanings.
I spoke to my sister in my dream. She had passed before me, which is more frightening. Neither of us is dead but I was learning something from her. I felt comfortable but fearful.
Can you feel comfortable but fearful?
We were both lying in a desert-like environment.. no heat just the sand and the scarce trees and bushes.
This dream just concreted my thought on how important it is to live up to your expectations of life. To enjoy every moment and be good to people. Those people are going to be supporting you when you start to fade away. A belief in God is helpful throughout life but I’m afraid that denies you credit as a strong individual. You can give the grief to God. He will take it but that grief is still yours to own. You have to figure out how to manage it.
It’s like telling a baseball coach to hit a homerun for you. It’s not possible. The coach is there but you have to hit your own homerun.
Life is so absolutely important.
This is just an opinion piece here but I believe life is far more important than death or after-death.
Sure, if you are afraid to go to hell you are going to do your best to avoid it… fear has a way of doing that but are you living the best life by being fearful of punishment?
A single-minded focus on a happy afterlife avoids the situations that appear everyday. It’s a coping mechanism that many people need. Just let me get through this tough life and I will be ok.
I don’t agree with this. Life is so absolutely wonderful. So many potentials in this life of ours. I’ve had rough years. I’ve had some problems and expect more.
Life comes with the awesome responsibilities of others. Your actions affect everyone else. I feel it is my responsibility to be the best person because of what my actions do for others.
Sure, I screw this up all the time. Look at me under a microscope and you will see all the germs and micro-organisms swimming around but this is normal. It’s all but impossible to be perfect everyday.