It has to exist somewhere, right?
Paradise, the afterlife and everything after the death has to exist, it’s convenient.
I simply cannot imagine the burden of forgetting, turning everything, every memories, every seconds of it into dust - not even dust, to something that doesn’t fit in the equation, to something that simply doesn’t exist.
Nothingness.
What do you mean that this life simply cease to exist, all the human relationships I’ve made, all the pains and happiness I’ve gone through just amounts to nothing in the end? What do you mean this is the only life I can get to see you and that after death, we won’t see each other again? Even if someone can prove scientifically that Paradise does not exist, I’ll still believe it does, just because it’s convenient.