The Lovely Bones

My friend Margarita and I just finished watching The lovely Bones.

It got me thinking again of the old blog I wrote about death.

I wonder if people really do believe there is some sort of knowing who you were when you pass on. Like do we really even "pass on" or is that just some folklore, legend, or myth (however it is you would like to call it) to make the natural seem more pleasant.

Maybe those who lost loved ones were told that so they can be hopeful of seeing their spouse or family again.

I also hope that it's true.

I mean I would hate to think that there is nothing left after were gone. That once our physical bodies on life are disposed of that there is somewhere we go.

But then what would that be.

Have you ever thought that maybe; just maybe, the life that we have after death is just a rebirth?

Its not such a crazy idea if you think about it. It's either that or we are immortal, spiritually.

Cause if we still live on after death, then we aren't really dead, were just on a whole different element. Another world that we get to live on. One that we are the same age forever, the one you died at. It's immortality. Something we have always searched for (at least some have) and all we have to do is just die to get there.

If its even true. If so, how ironic.

There is no way of knowing before hand until we actually die. Which really sucks.

Cause this is nothing like; your the first to go in the haunted house so you've no way of knowing how scary or where to close your eyes, or the first in line to audition so you've no way of knowing from others how critical the judges are. This is death.

There's no way someone can come back from that. Its a once in a lifetime opportunity, and problem is you cant chicken out halfway through and leave. Your just gone.

With that said, The Lovely Bones was truly a touching movie. It drove me to tears (not hysterically) but drove me there. It was moving and sad. Very sad.

A 14 year old girl never got to live her "life" and was murdered. The movie doesn't go into detail but it was brutal.

I don't even know what to write anymore. I'm just thinking crazily of what there is to life. To get somewhere and then what leave it all behind, the dreams, family, adventure, the beauty. It makes me wonder why we're all even born at all. They could just make us be born dead, so the actual death would never happen. That it wouldn't exist. That we grow and grow and then stay the same way just living with our families.

But at the same time, I'm not saying that should really happen or hope for it. It just makes more sense.

I think; with exceptions, we die and are reborn to live it all over again. That afterwards, after we die we just die. Everything about us. For all I know, I used to be Asian or Irish. Although I do have a deep fascination with Egyptians and Ireland. That's besides the point. We just aren't afterwards. But I do not know and I will find out.

At some point in my life whether it be tomorrow or 50 years from now I will find out. Lets all hope for the best.