Look, I know it’s not always that simple to say that something matters. I get it. It’s not something we simply say out of convenience, or out of duty. If something really matters we have to allow it to matter. It has to be something we are able to take care of. That’s the purpose of it all, whatever happens in this life it has to have a purpose. Simply because life ends, doesn’t make it right. The funny thing about this life is, when it matters it really matters. That’s simply how it’s meant to be. I don’t have a good example in my head right now of how it’s meant to work. A shame, I know. But if I did? I would totally say it outloud for everyone to hear. Unfortunately most of it would fall on deaf ears. If everything comes down to it, there doesn’t appear to be anything I can do about it. I wish there were. But if we’re being serious here, life will find a way to do whatever it wants to do and everything else will be destroyed at will. Being destroyed doesn’t have to be a bad thing ...
George didn't see the car coming until it was too late. Bam it hit him at forty miles an hour. He died instantly. Looking around, George waited for the heavenly gates to appear. When none did so he gathered he was going to the other place. It wasn't a peaceful thought to be having. That's when an angel appeared before him. "George is it?" The angel asked. She was wearing all red with horns and a pitchfork. George gathered she had a tail as well. But didn't dare ask what was under the black cape. George frowned, had he really gone to the afterlife to be part of the Devil's gang? Is that all his hard work led him to? He wasn't sure he wanted to be part of that. But if that was the deal, then that was the deal. Looking back to the angel, he nodded. "Yes my name is George, who might you be?" The angel smiled at George. He would do just fine. She decided. There wasn't anything else she wanted out of life, for there was nothing more that sh...