I’ve been holding off on this for a while until there was a lull in my daily activity today. This isn’t one of those questions that can just be answered with a simple yes or no answer, nor can it be summed up by detailing the number of kilometer difference between Vancouver and Outlook, and Bloomington and Outlook. Nor can I simply say that my balcony would be a preferable dream vacation spot as opposed to a beach or the mountains. Unless of course if the time of year were somewhere in November, December or January, then hands down, beach it is. My luck, however, it would rain.
Life after death. The concept is interesting. I say concept, because to be perfectly honest, I don’t really know. It’s not just a belief. Oh, I have faith that there might be some sort of existence after death, but I cannot say with absolute certainty that I know what it is.
I do know what attracts me, however. What attracts me in some scenario of life after death, is that at some point I’ll return to this Earth in some other form. Preferably human. If I have a choice, I even have an idea who or what I’d like to come back as.
…if you want to know, you’ll have to ask me…
But the question of life after death really isn’t something that concerns me. Paying rent, buying food, making sure my bills are taken care of, living my life in the here and now, and trying to write a book. Those are things that concern me during the peek living times. I suppose that when I’m sitting down to a cup of tea and have nothing else to do, my mind might wand to such philosophical debates. But more often than not, my mind wanders toward the “what trouble can I get the characters of my novel into”.
It’s a long answer, and may not satisfy, but it’s the only one I can give.