So my journey if you wanna call it with religion and death has been a strange one..

I was brought up semi religious from maybe 8-13 - went to kids church but I actually enjoyed the people more than anything else..

Then my cousin went A wall and my mom turned heavy into Christianity and forced it upon us and my personality isn’t such that I like to be told what to do - so I pushed back..

Then decided it’s easier for me to not have a standing point on it..

But when I use to drive 100 miles a day back and forth to work I had plenty time to think.. I wondered if I die now - what happens? Do I go to hell or heaven or nowhere - and not having concrete evidence and believing in blind faith in my opinion didn’t cut it..

I almost wanted to listen to Peter Schiff on his gold podcast and then thought maybe religion is better.. thankfully then I go home and snapped outta it..

But yeah.. death is an odd one..