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Does heaven or hell truly exist the way people say it does?
Is there anyone who can witness what it looks like?
I used to search for that answer as if it were something worth seeking.
If someone had to tell you a kind lie or a harsh truth, which would you prefer to hear?
I would choose the lie.
There is no such thing as right or wrong.
People only judge the way they want to judge.
People blame devils as an excuse for their own desires.
Blaming others is easier than looking at oneself, after all.
There was once a wise man who said there is no such thing as equality in humanity.
Some agreed. Some hated the idea.
But in the end, he was nothing more than a fool.
Nothing lasts forever.
And those who do not live for eternity have no meaning.
But does that mean a human life is worthless?
If you asked me, I would say no.
It isn't.
And when people die, where does the soul go?
Heaven?
Hell?
A pure realm meant only for that?
Or another life, as some believe?
The only way to know is to learn.
If something more beautiful truly waited for people after death, then the millions living in the hell of their reality would have already chosen to leave.
Or are they simply afraid of the pain?