Wonder

Living. Such a simple word. To define it? Impossible. To live. Same meaning. Not exactly. Much harder. Dying. Such a dramatic word. When you think of it you think of pain and suffering. Many images flash through your mind. Most are terrifying. Others are depressing. Few are peaceful. I find the word dying as a peaceful thought. When you die, you are gone from this horrifying backstabbing world forever. Or so it would seem. There are many questions here. Do I become a phantom? Do I disappear completely? Does my soul really get saved? Will I go to heaven? Is there a such a place called so? If so. Will I become an angel? If not. Will I go to hell? Is there a such a place called so? If so. Will I meet the devil? Or become a demon? If not. Will I turn to dust and be forgotten? Will I cease to exist in every or any way possible? So many questions. So many answers. Are any of them correct you ask? Who knows. So I repeat. Dying. Such a dramatic word.