Life will 100% absolutely punch you in the face. And it will happen over and over again with some breaks in between. People die, we cut out friends or they cut out us, we lose money, we get sick, there’s war, anger, animosity, etc. There isn’t going to be a moment where you reach a point in life where everything falls into place and everything is magically perfect from there on out.
So what do we do? Do we loathe existence? Do we crawl in a hole until we die? Do we write about the perils of humanity explaining how nothing matters? Do we talk about how change is an illusion and the world is just one big ticking time bomb that will go off at any second? Sound specific? Probably because I’ve thought these exact things before.
I guess I just don’t want to do that anymore. I guess I’ve just accepted that there is never going to be “the moment” for me or anyone else. We like to talk about happy endings, and it’s great in fairytales. We talk about how everything will turn out okay in the end.
But life is anything but linear. There is no grand conclusion where everything lines up perfectly for every single human in existence. And that’s a hard thing to think about and reconcile.
I think that’s why Heaven is such an attractive idea. The idea that even if someone never gets to reap the good they’ve done in the world, they’ll reap it in the next life. Hell is the same way, except the opposite.
I guess what’s more attractive to me is the idea of making Heaven a place on earth. A place where we all lead good lives and help one another. No more sickness, no more pain or suffering, no more heartache, war, famine, or hunger. We live our lives eating, drinking, and being happy.
I just believe it’s better to focus on that sort of world than to zero in on how nothing I do will actually matter in the grand scheme. Why would I believe that when I can believe that I have power to change the world? Why focus on the punches from life when I can focus on joy, peace, and the idea that all things work together for our good?
I know a moment will never come for me when the stars align and everything is perfect. But I’ll look for the glimpses of Heaven in the mundane. I’ll notice the blips of eternity in what others believe is dead. I’ll continue believing that a single courageous soul can change the world. I’ll hope for peace in the middle of chaos that spreads like wildfire.
Because sometimes beauty is found amongst the thorns. For those who dare approach, we’ll find the roses.