Hope is ethereal…
It is not religion; it is not faith.
Life is tragic and difficult.
We are but flashes of light in a dying world.
Hope is what motivates you to breathe, to live, to overcome.
It exists because we want our flash of light to last; to matter to someone.
Eternal life cannot be purchased through prayer or deeds…
Judgment comes not after death, but during life.
If truly a definitive heaven or hell exists, then why…
Why is there paranormal activity, why demons; why hauntings?
It is not obvious that commitment to a religion is not a form of afterlife insurance?
I have been to the other side, and it is darkness…nothingness.
The will of the living, the strength of their determination, defines death.
Have no fear of me if you have not wronged me… I will watch over you.
If you have caused me heartache, sadness, depression, loathing in this life,
For I will haunt you, and you will know that it is me. You will know fear.
It is not death that plagues me;
It is trying to live in this suffocating world that overwhelms me.
Bring not your martyrs, your heroes, your wars, your natural disasters;
All of these have happened before, and will happen again.
Our very existence is cyclical at best, and stretched far beyond our comprehension.
How dare you assume a right to favoritism from a god?
Your existence is not defined by your faith, or lack thereof.
Your place in eternity will not be determined by your actions.
Eternity is all around us, perpetually moving and shifting.
We are but dust motes caught on the lens of a photograph.
Hope that you might live your life to the fullest; hope for happiness.
The rest is wisps and fractions of existence.
To achieve one person saying your name, in sadness, after you’ve gone
Is to have lived.
Hope is ethereal.