I think we all secretly question our reasons for being, and for being here. There are so very many vast forests we can explore in this life and different paths we can experience and patches of weeds and thistles which can exasperate. There are so many people to meet and friendships to be had and moments to be won. And we stress ourselves out thinking that there is one right way, some single best option, a most fulfilling experience we can look back and call 'life.'

But is there? Do the choices we make really matter?

Sure, we can argue that everything comprises the butterfly effect: that theory that the flap of a butterfly's wing can affect so much as to be the most rudimentary cause of a hurricane, meaning that everything has the potential to do so much more than was meant or expected, that small things can make great change. But in matters of morals? In matters of personal conscience? Even in the name of selflessness?

Do we live solely for the afterlife destination?

Because, if so, that is a selfish way to live. Why? Death is the ultimate destination. If we spend our time on earth trying to live wonderful lives which impact and bless other people, we are causing more pain and sorrow for that impact and for those blessings, because when we are gone, that imprint left is so much deeper and wider. In the cause for selflessness and benevolence in life, we cause more deprivation in death for those who are left behind.

Do you see how that can seem selfish?

Do you understand why I am asking if our choices really have a 'right' and a 'wrong' or a 'good' and a 'bad'?

It seems like, in our quest to achieve after death comfort, we do all this beneficial stuff in life, and then, supposedly get what we want. And we may have made other's lives better while still around, but once we are gone...

Should this make you all the more thankful, I am glad; you are a strong person.

Some of us are weary and full of doubts and cynicism. Some of us have trouble accepting reality. Some of us just keep asking the wrong questions.