You wanna know how I believe there is a heaven? Because I have seen some of the most inspiring beautiful people leave this world too early in life. Or too early it seemed to me. But what do I truly know. I know that I don't want to live in a world where there is no hope of a better place. And it's that thought that motivates me to make the best of every day here, so that one day, eternal bliss will be just that. I think that sounds pretty darn exciting. And the idea of spending eternity with people I have loved and lost, and seeing my friends and family reunited with those they have loved and lost, literally is the most amazing daydream I have ever had. I look forward to that reality.
Appearances are fleeting, and false, and, well just that...appearances. You never know what is going on in someone's real world, in their mind. And there is a part of me that is glad I can't dive into the mind's of everyone I have conversations with each day. But then something tragic and shocking happens and it makes you retrace every conversation and every interaction you have had. If we spent life questioning everything in the past we would pass out from exhaustion instantly. However sometimes life issues you a wake up call you didn't request, and it's best to answer it. Because what could be waiting for you on the other end of the line could change your course, or at least open your eyes to so much you have been missing out on.
I have realized that I need to start "dealing" with "stuff," with life and loss and love. It's really easy to ignore things and go about life in a little bubble. Or hole up under the covers for a few days with no contact, and then emerge back into the world as if nothing has happened. Or pretend circumstances are just some novel you read or movie you watched, and when it's over, it's over. But if we don't take everything we see, and experience, and know, and feel (the good, the bad and the ugly) and figure out what we can learn from it, then why did it even happen? I want to start saying more. I've stopped talking, and feeling and creating...and that place can be a slippery slope. I'm ready to start saying something again. Because if you're not saying something, you're not saying something.
I refuse to believe there's no end in sight. Thankfully I believe in heaven...because how could there be no light?
With no filter, this was a view out my window from 30,000 feet up in the sky. Pretty. Pretty telling.