Quill and inkwell Ink Spill

Occasional thoughts of a homosapien

Ink Spill #8

I can’t wait to go to heaven.


When people commonly think of heaven, they think of gardens, rivers, fruits, angels, clouds, peace.

But there is a side of heaven that people do not ponder on. There is stuff that we’re just used to dealing with. Things like being tired, needing to go to sleep, feeling like you want to scratch your head, having back pains, getting sick, feeling your age, having to watch your weight, needing to exercise to maintain your health, needing to work to get food and to have a better quality of life, being fatigued for the amount of decisions you have to make, trying to make something but not ending up the way you liked it, feeling bored and not wanting to do anything, having people lie, disrespect, or not care about you, having people close to you die, being oppressed or be wronged by without being able to defend yourself, being bombarded with ads and lies telling you you are not good enough and you have to buy this to be happy or you must look like this to be attractive, having to file paperworks and standing in line, feeling full after eating a meal, needing to bath, shave, go to the bathroom, running out of air when running too fast, not being able to travel unless you get your paper works in check, worrying about the past or the future, feeling pain, feeling regret, always wanting to chase something bigger, achieving a goal only makes you feel happy for a little while.


All that gone.


Besides the rivers of honey and milk, these are just few of the things that I can’t wait not having to deal with ever again.


Just constant bliss.