The Coming of New Experiences

Wow, for those of you reading, I'm sorry for the inconsistent posts; I just type whenever something interesting pops into my head, or when something troubles me, and I have the urge to write it out >.< Anyways.......


Feliz Navidad! Or for those of you that don't know Spanish, Merry Christmas!!

Welllllll, my Christmas was uneventful; just stayed home, played PS3, DS, and watched TV. =P
Oh and I've resumed my Runescape playing; and Funorb too =D (Both by Jagex)

As the year draws to a close, we make resolutions, to better ourselves, to change.

Ahh, change. Some fear it, others relish it. As time goes on, and the years float on by, change happens, to anything and everything...

Wow am I off-topic! More on "change" (and 'change we can believe in' ;D) at another time.
Drawing back to what I was supposed to type, a thing happened on Christmas Eve. I went to my cousin's house, and just chilled. And then my aunt drove me to my grandpa's grave. How can I put the experience into words...?

Melancholy? Bliss? Solemnity? Maybe all of those, and then some. Not many families were there; it was pretty cold and windy. As we drove up, I saw the tombstone. I was at a loss for words. [(He died of a heart attack when I was 5, I only remember a couple moments from back then.) (I wonder why people use the term "passed away" instead of "died"? To make the even more peaceful?)] I walked up to the the stone, and just stood there, staring. Then I closed my eyes, and I just, thought, boy, how would life be like if you were still there, Gramps? I thought of all the missed, forgotten events. And I talked... different from a conversation or a prayer, a true sense of connecting.


For the first time in my life, I truly wondered: what is there after we die? Do we cast away our flesh and bone to reveal our souls, drifting to Heaven, or dragged to Hell? Or do we just remain as spirits on this Earth, alive in a sense, but unable to do anything? Or is it like a sleep we never wake from, dark and calm?

What is my Grandpa doing? Is he somewhere in a different dimension? Watching over my family like some angel? Or just watching...?


Humanity has pondered this over and over again: what happens when we die? Many create religion to soothe us, that there is something better than this life, something to look forward to. If this were our only life, our only adventure, story, would we just "eat, drink, and be merry", philander, and die a short but joyous life? Is there a meaning, a 'greater truth' to it all, man just too short-sighted to see the big picture?


Questioning, pondering, wondering...