I really wish that, when people die, they go to a nice place. No matter what mistakes they've made, no matter their life choices, just somewhere good and warm where they don't have to worry. Ron Bell died, he worked for Shonkwiler and I talked to him and his wife a few weeks ago at his office. And this Meagan girl, whom I didn't even know, but she was a Seattle lolita, and it feels strage to have someone in the loli community pass away.
It just feels awful when I hope for them to have moved on to a nice place, but I just know that they died. They just cease to exist. I don't want it to be like that. I want them to rest and be happy, not for them to just... die.
I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore, it's 3 am and I have to work tomorrow and I'm typing this on my phone in the dark. Bye.
Death's always an odd thing. I don't know if two differing perspectives will help, but I've always just held Marcus Aurelius' belief to be true - "If there are gods who are just, they won't care how devout you've been. If they're not just, you shouldn't want to be devout to them. And if there's nothing, you will have lived a good life and live on in the memories of those you spent it with."
ReplyDeleteMy girlfriend, however, is a spiritualist. A very well-versed witch, of sorts. I've begun reading her texts, but I simply don't always grasp them, and they're quite lengthy.
But it was recently explained to me that "The soul does whatever it wants. If it belongs to someone who died feeling they deserved happiness and had a good run, they'll find both are true."
It's odd. I don't know what works. But I can really get behind a soul-governed afterlife. It feels like something to write about.