Some people speak of paradise. Others speak of punishment. But the truth is no one has come back with certainty to tell us where the road ends. For centuries, humans have speculated. We write books, build temples, and argue with passion about what awaits us beyond death. But speculation is not proof.
Belief is not evidence. So instead of chasing shadows of the afterlife, I focus on something far more tangible: the journey itself. Because this journey the one I’m walking now is already filled with wonder, questions, meaning, and lessons.
It is real. It is beautiful. And that, for me, is enough. I often liken life to climbing a mountain. People are obsessed with the summit the so-called destination. But I ask: What transforms you the arrival or the ascent? For me, the answer is clear. It’s the climb. It’s the bruised feet, the shifting winds, the moments of awe when you pause and see how far you've come.
It's in the companionship along the trail, the silences, the mistakes, the laughter, the resilience. The summit is a moment. The journey is a lifetime. And here’s what I’ve noticed those who are too fixated on the top often stumble. They chase clouds instead of watching the path. Eyes skyward, they miss the cracks in the ground. They trip. They fall. They wonder why. I’m not saying ambition is bad. I’m saying: Don't lose yourself in what you might reach that you forget where you are. If you journey with awareness one step at a time you’ll get somewhere meaningful.
Maybe it’s not where you first imagined, but it will be yours, shaped by your choices, your pace, your path. So when people ask me if my journey leads to heaven or hell, I say: “I don’t know. But I’m walking my road the best way I can with presence, honesty, and intention.” And if this life is all there is, then let it be rich with kindness, curiosity, and small joys. Let the journey be the destination.
