Death...

I didn't really plan on blogging about the death of a student at my old school or two others at my current school, but I had something of a realization.  It wasn't about life and living every moment to its fullest, but rather about what comes after our earthly existence. This past year of my life, death hasn't necessarily touched me personally, but it's definitely affected those around me. So, in a way, I suppose death has affected me; more so than in any other year of my life. I apologize if you disagree with my beliefs, are offended by them, are upset by them, etc. I hope that, even if you disagree with my views, you can respect them.

I'm not too savvy on what other religions believe about life after death, but there's one thing I believe in and that's this: our earthly existence is not final. There is a life after this one.

My religion tends to see things in a very eternal perspective, and that's often difficult for me to grasp. Nonetheless, I don't think that this life on earth is all there is: we're born as a matter of circumstance, we live life, and then die, only to be decomposed by worms.
No.
I believe that life--all inclusive, with our relationships, our knowledge, our memories--extends beyond this one. Those who have already passed on, we will get the chance to see again. Death is not the ultimate end, it's not final. It's just...a temporary disconnection from others. Of course it's sad, it's terrible, it's difficult. But it's definitely not permanent.

And to me, that's comforting.

Even in my moments of doubt or hesitation, when I suddenly start to think that maybe this is it, just the thought that there's something after this life is reassuring. And for me, that's enough.