Misunderstood

Heaven or Hell

Heaven or Hell?

Everyone asks themselves where they want to end up. Most will say that they choose Heaven. Others say that they're going to Hell. But who's to say they aren't the same thing? Who's to say they are even real? Heaven and Hell are just an excuse we have created to explain our actions. Everytime we do a bad deed, we convince each other that we can redeem ourselves by doing something good. We have lived this way for so long it has become instinctual to resort to our version of oops. But murder is not an oops. Rape is not an oops. But that's okay so long as we help an old person cross the street, or give food to the homeless. We have tricked ourselves into believing that if we pretend nothing happened or that it was out of our hands, we are fine. We are not fine, we are damaged. The damage we have caused on the world, on each other, reflects onto us like a mirror. We are the result of our own actions, but we blame the other guy for we are perfect creatures of God and all our sins are to be pardoned. We all want to play the role of God. But we do not cast our own roles. We play the roles we were thrown into. We do not choose where we go. We do not choose what we go through. We do not choose what is Heaven and Hell. We are simply the pawns. We have no power. We are not important. We are expendable. We are not needed. Were we all to die tomorrow, no one would care, for there wouldn't be anyone left. We're born, we exist, we die. We do not remember things from before. Why would we? Nothing matters when you are staring down the barrel of a revolver just waiting for the bullet to send you flying backwards. Backwards, that's the only direction we are heading. We learn the same things every day. There is nothing new to teach. We learn what has happened in the past so we don't repeat it in the future. If they don't want us to repeat the past then why are they? Why do we learn what has happened in wars that have passed? We are only being taught how to hold a grudge, not how to move on, move forward. We are not meant to move forward. Remember that revolver? Well our time is up. The bullet has been fired and it put us in rewind. We get a fresh start. But we will walk down the same path again. We hardly make a habit of straying too far from the beaten path. For we have a fear of getting lost. But if we get lost, they can't force us back in line. They can't force us to conform to their rules of life. Maybe one day, enough of us will step out of line to make a difference. Maybe one day, we can all be happy and not have to live by the standards of Heaven and Hell.