Live.
It's what we all do, right?
We know the basics, of what is coming to us.
We go to school,
Study for a job what we'll be doing for the rest of our lives.
We are forced to make life changing decisions at a very young age.
It's a funny thing.
None of us asked to be alive.
None of us begged for this.
But yet we all still do it.
We know where it will end, death.
But no one is certain what that really means.
I mean,
Physically we know what happens.
But is there a live after death?
Is there a god, who decides if we go to heaven or hell?
Or do we, the society, decide about that?
What is heaven, or hell anyway?
Is it this beautiful place you go to with all your loved ones, or the big flame that will burn you 'alive'?
Or do you go to heaven when the people you left behind think good about you, loved you, will miss you?
I can't give you any answers to that one.
Simply cause I have no fucking clue what happens.
Maybe I don't wanna know, maybe I do.
It is something that has crossed every mind.
Wether you're black, white, poor, rich, name it.
We all thought about it, and faced it.
We saw the eyes of death staring at us, and taking our loved ones.
Leaving us behind with heartbreaks and tears.
Leaving us behind with a big black nothing.
Some will be relieved by deaths.
Like, if someone was really sick, and suffered.
But I guess that's another unanswered question.
