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I've typed three different sentences as a start of something I wanted to write about but I ended up erasing it. The thoughts in my head are just scrambled.
This morning I woke up feeling lazy, dragged my feet around my house until eventually I "tried" being the key word to get myself out of the house and off to school.
I got to school next thing I hear is my Class representative saying, "All classes are cancelled for the day". Good news I thought.
Now I'm not a bad student, my body actually itches me when I don't attend classes but there are some days I just don't feel like sitting down for three hours and writing notes till my hands hurt.
Classes are cancelled, what am I going to do with myself now?. Most of my coursemates that had plans already left leaving just a few of us.
Everyone has their "gang". In simple terms everyone has the people they walk with, the ones they come to school with, attend and sit in classes with and go home with.
Unfortunately for me, my "gang" didn't show up today and because of it I was forced out of my bubble and I had to talk to other people.
Before I go on I would like to conclude and say today was just not my day because for the first time in like forever I forgot my Bluetooth at home. At least I know with music I could exist in my own world.
My options were to take up my friend's offer to go out, go over to another friend's place, go home, or sit in school. I chose the last option.
I sit here writing this and I have no clue why. Anyway I wouldn't say I was "forced" into a conversation with one of my coursemates but due to the circumstances I had to talk to him.
Now I have a lot of fears, snakes, rats, cockroaches, failing but most of all I'm scared of death.
During the conversation he asked, " Do you believe we are really reincarnated when we die?".
I was brought up to believe in God,to believe that there's judgement and the end point is Heaven or Hell for all eternity. It wasn't a random question because yesterday our HOD had mentioned reincarnation in passing.
I have read books about the topic and the writers make it so convincing that we actually come back after we die.
I couldn't give him an answer because even though I believe there is an Heaven and Hell, we do not actually know what happens when we die looking at the from the physical world.
I have a lot of thoughts in my head. I just felt the need to share this and I'd really like to know your take on it.
Thanks for reading.