Life After Death

First of all, this is not a religious post nor a message of hope to those who have lost any loved ones. This is just me and my big mouth looking down on how pathetic we all are...

So what's the concept of life after death?

Not that there's heaven waiting for the good, poor in spirit, and those who deserve to live in the kingdom of God.

Not that we're gonna reincarnate into another person's body without recalling our past life to start anew.

Not that the original soul which came from the first humans is split into many parts which explains us not remembering who we were in our past body and that more and more people inhabit the world by the minute who most probably might exhibit the same personality or mindset (got this from "Before Sunrise" just in case you're wondering).

Not that our spirits will end up in limbo (the supposed "resting place" of our souls before heaven was promised).

Not that we'll forever wait in purgatory until God declares it's the end of mankind.

Not that our bodies we'll be infested by a virus that causes it to come back to life as a zombie.

Not that we'll be sent back to our body as some sort of miracle to live our life to the fullest once again.

None of the above, my faithful reader. My concept of life after death is that you don't know what you got until it's gone.

People actually appreciate, respect, and feel a person's presence more when they've passed. There's a sense that a person is more "alive" when he/she is dead than when he/she was still living. Now that's just sad... sadly true.

Must a person pass away to give way for better things?

Must a person perish for him/her to be cherished?

Must a person die for him/her to live in someone's heart and mind forever?

Must a person push daisies to get daisies back?

I can't miss you if you don't leave. More like, I can't miss you if you don't live... What if they can't live if you don't miss them?

Why do we even cry when someone dies if you loved them more than enough while they were still alive?

Why are we so selfish as to mourn or regret someone's death when they no longer have to suffer the dangers of the human world?

We can't do anything about it though. People die, people weep, people move on; and the vicious cycle is repeated. It's just human behavior. I mean, who wouldn't at least feel sorry for losing someone? I won't. Hmmm... I just contradicted myself. How human of me...