Us human beings are so conceited that we made up a concept of life after death. We thought about the pearly gates of heaven, being all worry-free and being in a perfect world when we pass away. But the truth is, who really knows what’s on the other side? It’s not like someone went back from the dead and told the story of what’s really out there. Why can’t we just accept the fact that we all have expiration dates and none of this will last? I say you live your life the way you want it to be, and when you die, then good for you. At least you changed the course of the Earth one way or another. That feels more special than an amazing spot in a world we’re not even sure that exists.