What is afterlife
OR is it just a void where living is not existent after death
Is it parallel to the life we are living
Is it opposite to the life we are living
I know it is beyond our control,
But what about our grasp
If the future is today's actions
Then if there is life afterlife, what kind of future would be better lived
If life is non-existant in a void in the afterlife,
Then why do we have such a strong belief
That we even create in our imagination vision of a world living,
With life different to the current life
Sometimes we are afraid
Sometimes we are yearning
All the time we are having this constant belief
All the time we agree of afterlife being spiritual
Then what is life,
Spiritual or physical or mental or emotional
That we need even to consider life after
Then why even consider afterlife if we are already living
Than to believe we are transcending with death
Why do we believe that there is another-life,
That we will live worse or better

Are like a beautiful ending of a love story.
6/8/2024

Take one moment for your anger
And one more for your sadness,
And another for your regrets.
Then two more move past these,
Then strive to let it go.
Only then will you regain your joy,
Your love, your life, your true purpose.

Stupidly genius, moronic and shrewd people eat their fast food on fine China
Failing is vertical, errors are slander
Their gross insults impacting easy digestion
Hyperbole falsehood messiah

Piercingly silent and ardently soft people keep their opinions on fences
Insults are weaponry not to be yielded
Their platitudes cradling fragile personas
Perversely destructive defences

Classically learned and bookishly rich people carry their privilege with kindness
Science is built with colonial scaffolds
Their method constraining all true innovation
Parochial qualified blindness

Shockingly worthy and recklessly small people polish their boots with lead solder
Gravity holding them grounded and upright
Their bootlaces impacting aerodynamics
Inferior sturdy upholder

Gallantly serving and fearlessly trained people douse the political embers
Fire escape blocked with hobnails and lumber
Their pickaxes caught in the thick poison ivy
Nugatory self-rule defenders

The silent, the learned, the worthy, the trained people trade voyeurism for vision
Hologram values are no longer trump cards
Their gazes averted from hate-dripping sophists
Integrity first coalition