Can I ask you something? The moment we die, the moment when our soul finally dissipates away from our former vessel to wherever it goes next, where do you think it's heading? Anyone would say, depending on one's deeds, in reality, that which decides their fate either ends up in heaven or hell, or at least that's what we were told thus far.

There are a lot of theories that would reject this belief, mainly due to incoherence and lack of proper proof or evidence, or simply choose to renounce it out of their own complexity. Some suggest that once we are dead, our souls transcend back to reality in a new body, unaware of whom we used to be. Others believe that we become one with God, as if we are a collection of pieces of a greater being, like a puzzle fragment being assembled into one large, majestic yet meaningful picture. There are those who approach the nihilistic concept that when we die, we end up in an ocean of blackened sea as we struggle to move or even express anything of emotion and thought, hinting at a meaningless end for a meaningless life.

In the end, some theories failed to be proven while others were successful. But that doesn't hinder the fact that such a lucrative ideology can be incorrect. The same goes for fruitless premises; they can be correct.

In short, we live in a world of an amaranthine rope of questions that seemingly go on and on without meeting a dead-end of a legit satisfying answer. In such a situation, the person chooses whatever he or she may believe in, be it dependent on cultural influence or personal. You, as a reader, have your view and thoughts of what the end may look like, whether they were ones I just mentioned or something else. But since we are talking society-wise perspective, we would go for the most obvious and well-spoken for the sake of understanding, which is none other than heaven and hell.

I myself am in support of such a belief indirectly, not because I was told to believe such a common doctrine, but because I believed in it myself in my own way. I simply said that there is no point in festering to find a legitimate answer to an otherwise perpetual cycle of torturous questions about existence and the end. I didn't believe the case that what determines a behavior is good or bad based on a religious concept or social norms, but rather what's foretold by one's heart and mind. For example, you may think that being merciful toward your enemies is an act of goodness while killing them is wickedness. However, many would object to your thought as a heretical one and choose the opposite, because in the end, it's hard to determine what is truly good or bad as many cultures would define such behaviors in their own way, not to mention it's bound to renovate over the ages. Therefore, there is no definite answer to what's right or false. Thus, the answer lies mainly in what you think is right or wrong.

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You might disagree with that statement. Let's say that some deranged psychopath who murders people without any sheer sorrow or regret. In his view, he thinks that such an act is of good will, but in your eyes, it's the contrary. Social benchmarks and religion confirm that behavior of what kind. But as for yourself, well... that's up to you. Then who judges your actions and behaviors if you remain captivated by that certain belief? It's none other than the greater will, God. When death knocks at our door, God will be the one to judge our fate, for God, in what I think, is humanity all. The embodiment of good and evil collectively by the masses, the bridge that balances and connects the two ends. Hence, the answer to one's fate, whether what's done in reality, is the answer to one's fate at the end of the journey. Heaven or hell.

In many cultures, they change the theme of what they are like; in Japanese mythologies, Takamagahara "Plain of High Heaven" or "High Plain of Heaven," and Jigoku, hell, a region popularly believed to be composed of several hot and cold regions located under the Earth. Nordic heaven as Valhalla and hell simply hel. Each culture and mythology varies from one another, but they share one commonality: a domain where all who departed are fated to reunite in a place that has no definite description, where all are judged to a certain fate deemed by the author of this world, or universes in general. What happens next is unknown, for none came back from the steps of the afterlife. As the saying goes, "We will cross that bridge when the time comes." We leave this issue to fate.

For the longest time, I believed this was how the universe functioned, that our fates are predestined by our actions in reality. For me, it was the most convincing and therapeutic, and of course, the most peaceful way to live before the reaper comes. I convinced myself that living in the moment and experiencing the joy of life without regret is the best approach for any living soul. Whatever this experience may be, be it spending time with family and friends, getting a degree and working, playing games, and enjoying the time you have been given. Even if you are a murderer. Acknowledging the sheer amount of life opportunity given to you by the author of this world. Enduring your essence based on your decisions alone, be they good or bad. For you are yourself. However...

That all changed. Everything I had believed thus far was thrown away out of the window like a piece of trash. Every ideology or theme that interjected my beliefs barged into my head like an approaching storm, with one common question in all: "What's the point?"