After life

When I was in high school, I would not have believed anything could be more desirable than having the perfect skin or perfect figure. Although many told me that life existed after high school and those things did not matter. It was better to think of it as a blessing that I was skinny and flat-chested. I did not see how. It seemed to me that what mattered WAS the now and I wanted to be attractive so that I would marry well and have a happy and fufilling life. But, getting older showed me that there was life after high school and being so skinny and scrawnny then made me feel fat when comparatively I was still way below average just bigger. And, I may have endured very difficult trials, but they are ones that I was suited for. I did not have to struggle with a man who valued the perfect body over other attributes that I never had to develop to compensate for an unflattering shape. And I did things without concer for what effect it might have on my perfect body, like having children or being unable to eat so that my kids could. These thoughts came because I was considering what good being successful right now would be anyway.

I have heard others say that we ought to life for the now because we cannot even be sure of an afterlife anyhow. Instead focus on what we KNOW. That just seems wrong to me. In high school it seemed like it was all that mattered but, it was knowable that there was more, or a life after high school. Even though I refused to trust my hopes and dreams in it. High school passed and here is the next phase. I seriously doubt this is the end either or that having the best anything will matter or cause a future unseen happiness. It has been often pointed out through art and literature that after we die in this life our mortal ideas of justice are not used to determine a placement in a life after death.

In a book by CSLewis. A busload of individuals from "Hell" visited "Heaven" and were very uncomfortable and wanted to go home. They were also concerned at the people they saw in heaven that did not "deserve" to be there.

I cannot even begin to count the times people told me I was going to hell because I was a Latter-day Saint. One professor intelligently questioned my accusers: are you going to heaven and live forever happy and singing praises to God? They ansewered yes. He then hoped they hated me or never remembered having friends who might be in hell. Cause it would be hard to live forever and remember friends or loved ones sucfering in hell, let alone the other people who do not like to sing praises. They would not be happy either but at least you will!

It is quite possible the reason things matter or even what things matter might suprise us. Then, who is to say that is THE END?