Can we really treat death like an end of suffering?
What is suffering? Is that the incessant voice in our head that constantly shoot our softest part that if we are not strong is enough to put us down in this lifetime?
What really lies ahead of us that makes us rushed to go to the next realm or too scared and wary to move forward into the unknown?
Is it truly a progression? Is it really an absence of work; not just about actual toiling but the necessity to face fear and put on courage?
We were given various glimpse of what are ahead of us. There are choices, they say there is an option to roam around as ghost unable to move on, to be cleansed at the purgatory with an abyss of damnation, the actual hell, or there’s heaven.
If there is a next life ahead; what is living on Earth for? Is it a test or a preparation? The school of schools? An actual hell?
I don’t know the answer and right now I am at peace of not knowing.