What Comes After Life?

What comes after life? It is such an important question for me. Everyone has their own answer depending on what they believe, though deep down we all know that in a certain way there is no answer. For some there is nothing, everything ends there; for others there is a paradise; for others another life, or reincarnation; for others we merge into a whole. And there are countless answers. I obviously do not know. What I believe is that if there is something, it has to be good.

I believe the odds of my never having existed are infinite. Existence did not need me in order to exist. In fact, as a human being my existence did have odds of happening, however remote — my body and everything physical. But it could have been another spirit, another self; some other being should have occupied this vessel. But no, I was the one who occupied it.

I am so aware of my own existence that sometimes I feel I am a glitch of existence and a miracle at the same time. We are all a great miracle, so great that we cannot grasp its size. And I say it again: why me? Wow... As strange as asking ourselves how everything was created, how I was made, how I was found.