My Way
When I was at preschool, I was told that when I died I would come back to a tranquil place, but little did I know that was not true. I was youthful, full of innocence, and unaware of anything happening outside of the little cocoon I called preschool. I would always walk into preschool, with a foolish grin on my face, knowing nothing was awry in my world. One thing in particular that really frightened me at that time was dying. I was scared of the eternal silence that comes with death, I was scared of not being able to enjoy anything I have enjoyed before, and most of all I was scared of never being able to form thoughts. However, I can remember possessing this fear and asking a classmate at my school if he was scared of dying, and he said that he wasn’t because he knew that he would go to heaven, and that I have nothing to be worried about so as long as I was a good …show more content…
Being who I was, naive and scared, I believed him and carried that belief all the way to my house where it died for forever and for the better. “Dad, what happens when you die? Do you go to heaven?” I squeaked with my little voice. My father took a look at me from behind the newspaper he had in his hands, he slowly sighed and put down his newspaper. His sleek leather shoes shimmered in the light, his eyes looked straight into mine and he spoke with power and clarity as he replied “Ravi, some people may consider death to be whimsical, but I am not one to do so.” He stood up, showing his full height, “The world is no better than the people that live in it, there is no way to become accomplished without the right beliefs. There is nothing after death; only silence and you will never know another thing after death. Embracing this will be the foundation of society itself as people will never say the things they truly feel without this knowledge that life ends with darkness and nothing more. These words are the foundation for everything that has happened in my life and everything that is
When I was at preschool, I was told that when I died I would come back to a tranquil place, but little did I know that was not true. I was youthful, full of innocence, and unaware of anything happening outside of the little cocoon I called preschool. I would always walk into preschool, with a foolish grin on my face, knowing nothing was awry in my world. One thing in particular that really frightened me at that time was dying. I was scared of the eternal silence that comes with death, I was scared of not being able to enjoy anything I have enjoyed before, and most of all I was scared of never being able to form thoughts. However, I can remember possessing this fear and asking a classmate at my school if he was scared of dying, and he said that he wasn’t because he knew that he would go to heaven, and that I have nothing to be worried about so as long as I was a good …show more content…
Being who I was, naive and scared, I believed him and carried that belief all the way to my house where it died for forever and for the better. “Dad, what happens when you die? Do you go to heaven?” I squeaked with my little voice. My father took a look at me from behind the newspaper he had in his hands, he slowly sighed and put down his newspaper. His sleek leather shoes shimmered in the light, his eyes looked straight into mine and he spoke with power and clarity as he replied “Ravi, some people may consider death to be whimsical, but I am not one to do so.” He stood up, showing his full height, “The world is no better than the people that live in it, there is no way to become accomplished without the right beliefs. There is nothing after death; only silence and you will never know another thing after death. Embracing this will be the foundation of society itself as people will never say the things they truly feel without this knowledge that life ends with darkness and nothing more. These words are the foundation for everything that has happened in my life and everything that is