Why are people so convinced there is nothing after death? Sometime ago i was very disturbed by that belief, i actively avoided it, the recurrent and classical dilema of the pointless and uncertain existence, it may sound (look) kind of cheesy, but when i actually started to give myself time to think about it, i began to like it, to find it peaceful. Recently, as a consequence of what i said before, i started making peace with the absurdity of life, why the hell do we all want to find meaning in everything? a use for every action? i believe that it is when we got trapped in those questions, that we begin to lose our capability of being "happy" or as i like to call it peaceful (I'm not saying that we should stop asking them). I think the only reason we are here is because the universe accidentally gave us life, and that there's not a point to that life, so why not just have fun with what we got? we can elaborate the most complex methods of having fun, but i think that we shouldn't lose that thought. I'm sorry for going away from the subject, but i found it very related for some reason, also sorry for the posible bad english.