For quite some time now, I had this thought that we should make heaven in where we are.
I took it upon me and tried to solve problem after problem and tried to help.
Untangle the tough knots.
Tried to make it easier and tried to make the world better.
Tried to make people understand that we have to make the best of now, even if it’s not possible everyday.
I kept thinking is there actually a heaven and hell. Because it was so uncertain.
I felt if I could make people realise that if they could make the best of where we are by working on ourselves, healing and finding peace. Then we can make the most of the certainty.
But I’ve come to realise that I might not be entirely there or perhaps even right.
I did not think this through entirely.
Because sometimes the suffering is so much that the thought of heaven is what gives us relief.
The thought that this suffering will end one day and everything will be alright in heaven.
Since I believe in God, believing in heaven is the same.
So I should believe in heaven too.
It might be so difficult sometimes because everyone doesn’t have it easy or even have good health.
I don’t know why the suffering never ends. Even if it does end, it comes back again.
There is always something or an other.
Why do we suffer so much.
Some questions like these keep running on my mind. But I don’t know yet.
Sometimes it doesn’t really make sense. You know?