🌌 What If Life Is a Dream… and Death Wakes Us Up? 🥀💔

 This thought has been with me since high school.

What if life is a dream… and death wakes us up?

I keep asking myself this question, what if our whole life on earth is just a dream?

 Like something we experience for so long, and then one day we wake up and we’re like, oh my God… that was the longest dream ever.

I don’t know. It’s just such a weird thought.

If you’ve been “asleep” your whole life,

 living inside a dream… when you wake up, would you even think the same way? 💭

Honestly, I don’t talk about this much.

But when it comes to death, I don’t want to live my life being scared of it. I want to live a life where I’m ready for it.🫶🥀❤️

A life where I can say, yes, I’ve fulfilled my purpose. I’ve done what I wanted to do.

I want to reach a point where if I know death is coming, I won’t be afraid. Because the truth is… one day, I’m going to die.

And that thought? It’s scary.

It’s weird.

It’s something people don’t really like to talk about.

Sometimes I walk around and see funeral posters. People die at 88, 65, 40, 30, 20… even 19, even 4 🥀💔

 And I just think to myself....one day, my poster will be there too.

And that’s such a mysterious and scary feeling.

I don’t wish for death. I don’t wish death on anyone. No matter how much someone has offended me, I wouldn’t go that far.

But thinking about it? It’s still unsettling 🫠

As a Christian, I’ve learned that death is like sleep. Like you close your eyes… and then you wake up.

So in a way, we believe that Christians don’t really “die.”

But at the same time, everyone has their own beliefs about death.

Some people think when you die, you go to another world.

Some believe in reincarnation...that you come back again.

And me?

I don’t fully understand it.

Like, if you come back… come back to where? To this same earth? A different life? A different country?

I don’t know🥲❤️

And honestly, I don’t want to focus too much on death right now.

I want to live my life without constantly thinking about it. It’s something I’ll face in the future anyway.

But I also can’t ignore the fact that I wake up every day by God’s grace 🤍

Because it’s actually scary when you think about it....people sleep and don’t wake up. But I sleep every night believing I’ll wake up the next morning.

And I do.

That alone means something.

At the same time, it hurts knowing that one day I’ll grow old. That my body might not be as strong. That simple things like walking or dressing myself could become difficult.

But I also know that not everyone has to suffer like that.

And that’s something I can work on.

I want to take care of my body. I want to live a healthy life so that when I’m older, I won’t struggle so much.

That’s what I want for myself 🌱💕

At the end of it all… these are just my thoughts.

Maybe life really is a dream.

And maybe, one day, we wake up 🫠🥀❤️