Afterlife.

Isn't it ironic that death is apart of our lives. Why? Why do innocent people have to die?
It scares me. I mean sit here and really think about it. I wonder where they go. If maybe they're reincarnated and born again. Maybe they're living with us; in the air, the ocean, the rain. I think they can live through our dreams. They are in our thoughts and even, i think, in our presence. I don't believe in heaven or hell, or even God for that matter. But i do believe there is a higher power, there is a stronger force with more faith and more truth than we could ever imagine. I think that when we die maybe there will be a whole new set of choices to make.
Maybe it's like this whole other world. But i won't know until i get there. That's what captivates me more than anything. The unknown enthralls me and draws me in. I can't help but imagine or make up my own ideas about death. It's the scariest most horrible yet magnificent thing out there. When i go, i want to be remembered. To say that i lived up to the best of my ability. To have accomplished and saw all that i could see. To travel and experience new cultures and ways of life. I want it all. And it's like we don't have enough time. Were dying as we speak. Each day is a step closer to our death. The clock always keeps ticking, it never stops. Just like life won't stop for anyone. We all die, it's inevitable.