I think about death a great deal. I like to think that this is because, as a Virgo, I need to have everything planned, thus, I need to know exactly where it is that I am supposed to be going in the hereafter. At 18, my views on religion are still largely indecisive, but I will say that my instincts tell me to pack for warm weather...
Something I often contemplate is the concept of monogamy. Death is always the deal breaker...'till death do us part'. I'm going to make a sweeping generalisation here, but I think it is far to say that the majority of couples who feel the need to speak these vows, believe in God. With this in mind, I find it very strange that Christians who believe in heaven, and presumably hell, only feel the need to commit to one another for the time they spend on earth.
I don't believe in remarriage. Plain and simple. I always think how awkward it would be after the three spouses concerned all die. You'd have the twin burial plots of the original husband and wife, and then an add on for the second marriage, and perhaps even an add on for that. And assuming that there is a heaven, think how uncomfortable things would be up there. Would husband number one be the third wheel, or would it be number two? Or, true to their wedding vows, do they each move on and start chatting up pin up girls from the 20s? It is all so confusing.
It is my belief that Romeo and Juliet had the right idea. They had that encasulating, overpowering, sensationalist, couldn't-live-without-one-another kind of love. I think that is the way it should be, and if it were me...well, you know what they say about life imitating art.
Death. It is a morbid habit, I know, but I really can't help but think about it. The idea that some day, the world is going to go on without me is a terrifying thought. The only thing that consoles me when I get to thinking about it, are the words of wisdom spoken to Harry Potter by Dumbledore: "To the well organised mind, death is but the next adventure".
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