Maybe. One word. Full of possibilities. Maybe something happens to us after we die, maybe it doesn't. To me it doesn't matter either way, I live for now, and in this now I met a nice girl. Maybe life has a bigger meaning, maybe it's just about self-indulgence. Maybe I'm crazy for writing this, maybe I'm not. Well, I'll tell you something now people, if you're reading this. This isn't a story. This is life. Maybe doesn't mean anything, but the possibilities do. You choose which path to take. Fate, destiny, predetermined. Fake, but real at the same time. Nothing is set in stone, the possibilities and choices lead to different events. But for these events to happen, it was predetermined that certain events had to happen. I may be speaking gibberish, but this is my truth. I'm not a novelist, or a philosopher. I honestly don't know what I am or what this was supposed to be. But definitely not a story.
