Have you ever thought about what happens when our physical heart stops beating? You know, when we… die?
I have. I used to have the generic version of heaven with my whole family hanging out in the clouds drinking as much Mountain Dew as we wanted (because, at that time of my life, I was big into Mountain Dew).
Then that stopped making sense — and seeming like a lot of NOT fun — so my version changed and morphed which it’s continued to do until this day.
I think it’s a human thing. To contemplate our death. It’s all horrifying, really, no matter how you cut it. Eternal life in this physical body seems horrifying as does the end of the line.
Here’s my current stance about theories of what happens when we die…
It’s all speculation.
No. One. Knows.
No one. Even if you’ve read or heard the most convincing story from the biggest authority that resonates so hard with you — it’s still just speculation.
Sure, own it as your truth if it helps you live better. Which leads to my point…
I don’t care about death. All I care about is living before dying.
This is it. This is what I interpret ‘eternal life’ to mean. To live now and now and now (and now)… eternally.
I don’t want to spend much more time talking about what happens when this skin suit of meat and bone turns to dust. I’ve adopted a story of my own that suits me fine, but I also know I’m just making it up.
However, if you want to talk about how we can live the best life possible — like how we can really experience this ride in the most exuberant way before we kick the bucket, (whatever that really means)— hand me a glass, pour me a pint, and lets talk.