Can we feel sad in Heaven?

Can we feel sad in Heaven?

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~Work in progress~ Lately I've been contemplating about how life would be like once you're in Heaven. Is there really no pain and suffering once you've made it to the good place? As humans, we possess the capacity to feel a range of different emotions -- do all the uncertain or displeasing feelings just go away, never to be felt again? I also love the show "The Good Place" and it got me thinking about how they portrayed the afterlife so well there. I just wanted to write a story about such thoughts and see where it goes😊
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Prologue - Zac Let me put this as simple as I can - there are some things in life that exists, not for pleasure or for gain, and I am one of them. But no matter how much I wished I wasn't created this way or how alone I must always choose to be, I would never have wished I had not met her. Even as I know I will pay the price dearly for knowing her, I would not exchange any moments I had with her, all her joy and all her sadness she let me feel with her. How precious is her life and how insignificant will be mine. And when it all ends, I will feel no regret. Now that that's out of the way, how could I even hoped that HEAVEN BEND...Redemption? Have I not lost my ticket on that by now? They watch my every move and predicted my inane behaviour - there is nothing worse than the compelling hands of the dying to throw one off track. A very good distraction, even I had to admit I was distracted from my situation. Problem is, I don't get to click Refresh! Damn .. And now she has seen what I have not dared to admit to myself - I care for the whispers of the dying, and for this she knows I am undecided.

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