“In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien
I’m not one to talk too much about religion. I consider myself a Christian. I believe in Jesus and God and all that jazz. I also, have much respect for other religions and beliefs and feel that many of them are connected to the same general ideologies. Be kind to one another. Appreciate what you have. When you die, you won’t really die. You’ll go on to live forever, somewhere. Probably, Heaven. Heaven has always fascinated me. What’s it like? Who is there? Are we still ourselves or do we become warm glittery beams of light? Maybe we all take the form of dogs and God plays fetch with us for the rest of eternity.
I don’t know. As I have lost more and more loved ones, Heaven comforts me. I’m hoping that my Papa is playing cards and that my Grandbetty is painting something. My Mema might be cooking or singing.
Whatever the case, I have often wondered about how time works in Heaven. People created time. It is not actually a real thing. Well, according to my already developing crows feet it is a real thing, but we could have created it however we wanted. We named nothing and gave it units. Who is to say that earth time is the same as Heaven time? And what would be the point of it in Heaven? When you have the rest of eternity to do whatever it is you do in the afterlife, why keep track of the time? Are there heavenly meetings? Do they all play a game of angels versus humans kick ball on Thursdays at 3 pm, HST? It’s possible, but I doubt it. With time comes late-comers and annoyed participants. It just does not make sense. So, here is my theory. Heaven Standard Time does not even exist. And because it does not exist, everything seems to be happening all at once.
If we had to put a measurement to it, I think a hundred years on earth would be about one millisecond in heaven. This would mean that even though my grandfather died a few years before my grandmother, he did not even have to wait for her to show up. He died and there she was, walking through the gates with him. For that matter, I’m already there, too. We are at this moment (in Heaven time) all sitting down to play gin rummy and talking about how our lives went down. Even Jack is there. He tells me how sad he was when I died. How difficult it was that first Christmas, and I’m all, “Jack. Are you kidding me? I literally JUST got here. Stop being such a baby.”
It seems to me that when we go, we will be shocked with how quickly everything happened. Our lives on earth will seem so petty. Kind of how only 10 years after high school, I have already forgotten people’s names. At the time, it seemed so important. Break ups were the end of the world. Now, I don’t even remember who broke up with whom or why. Earth time is so irrelevant anywhere else. In Heaven, it will almost seem silly how long we mourned the loss of our loved ones. The days we chose depression over joy were wasted ones. Although, it also will not matter because our lives on earth were so insignificant in comparison to our new states of being.
I’m certainly not saying that we should not grieve those who we have lost. That is almost impossible. It is good to mourn. It is good to remember. I just think that one day, we will think of it as a time in our lives where we were young and ignorant. And we might wish that we could tell the other “kids” on earth to appreciate the life of their loved one and know that they will see them again sooner than they think. Eternity is so much longer than our lifespan so in the grand scheme of things, this life really is not that big of a deal.
Obviously, I have no way to prove any of this. It very well might be a load of crap. However, friends, when we all get to heaven and if I turn out to be right, please come over to my golden mansion(the one next to my BFF, Zooey Deschanel) and let me know how clever I am. Unless my ego somehow separates from my soul, I will really appreciate it.