Besides battling to find my groove work wise (ie financially) my health has sucked big hairy balls, my sex life (in case you were wondering) hasn't and emotionally it's been one of those vomit inducing not so joy rides.
I've cried over friends and opportunities lost. I've sat, head in hands, mourning the passing of dear friends, acquaintances and colleagues and I've realised, suddenly, that years have passed since even dearer friends have left this earth. Today we were driving and I tuned into the memorial service of our beloved former president. On Sunday Mark said farewell to his mom. I remembered that Baby Jake, another South African icon, has also passed on and it got me thinking.
What is heaven? Is there a heaven? I can't imagine a hell. Or at least not an eternal damnation with fire and cauldrons and an evil guy with horns depriving me of food and water.
Is heaven a place we go or a state of mind? If I believe in a heaven and a hell do I end up in either one? If I believe in neither does that mean they don't exist?
Is heaven the same for everyone? Or is it an ideal place they've conjured up in their minds? Does a fashionista find themselves surrounded by designer labels and haute couture designers?
Would a smoker end up in the smoking lounge of a bar or pub? Or if there's a version of hell would that same smoker find themselves stuck in the non smoking section, with only a thin glass separating them from the people puffing away on the other side.
Are there different levels of heavenliness? Do good people sit in the main seats, the better people in golden circle and the best on stage?
Would I be surrounded by all my loved ones? Or ideas of them? If I end up there would I bump into old friends? And enemies?
Are we all the same age and do we all look the same? It wouldn't be my idea of heaven surrounded by blondes with big boobs and a dead husband ogling them all. And it wouldn't be his ideal with a jealous dead wife screaming at him to stop.
Would I always be perfectly made up, hair done and walking around in whatever I was buried in? What if I don't like the outfit I'm supposed to live in eternity for? What if it goes out of fashion? Or are we all naked with wings and a halo?
Crap! Do I need to get to gym asap so I look good as an angel?
So many questions! Any answers?
I've cried over friends and opportunities lost. I've sat, head in hands, mourning the passing of dear friends, acquaintances and colleagues and I've realised, suddenly, that years have passed since even dearer friends have left this earth. Today we were driving and I tuned into the memorial service of our beloved former president. On Sunday Mark said farewell to his mom. I remembered that Baby Jake, another South African icon, has also passed on and it got me thinking.
What is heaven? Is there a heaven? I can't imagine a hell. Or at least not an eternal damnation with fire and cauldrons and an evil guy with horns depriving me of food and water.
Is heaven a place we go or a state of mind? If I believe in a heaven and a hell do I end up in either one? If I believe in neither does that mean they don't exist?
Is heaven the same for everyone? Or is it an ideal place they've conjured up in their minds? Does a fashionista find themselves surrounded by designer labels and haute couture designers?
Would a smoker end up in the smoking lounge of a bar or pub? Or if there's a version of hell would that same smoker find themselves stuck in the non smoking section, with only a thin glass separating them from the people puffing away on the other side.
Are there different levels of heavenliness? Do good people sit in the main seats, the better people in golden circle and the best on stage?
Would I be surrounded by all my loved ones? Or ideas of them? If I end up there would I bump into old friends? And enemies?
Are we all the same age and do we all look the same? It wouldn't be my idea of heaven surrounded by blondes with big boobs and a dead husband ogling them all. And it wouldn't be his ideal with a jealous dead wife screaming at him to stop.
Would I always be perfectly made up, hair done and walking around in whatever I was buried in? What if I don't like the outfit I'm supposed to live in eternity for? What if it goes out of fashion? Or are we all naked with wings and a halo?
Crap! Do I need to get to gym asap so I look good as an angel?
So many questions! Any answers?
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