People close to me know that I am a big skeptic. I don’t bet on a lot of intangible things, like a supposed stairway to heaven, and the concept of reincarnation, and most of what ‘The Good Place” portrays the next life to be. As sad and tragic as it sounds, I just expect my existence, when my time comes, to simply return to the cosmos, like how Eleanor and Jason and Chidi were when they crossed the wooden archway. There ought to be an odd comfort with the uncertainty that follows after our deal here on earth is done.
I got this skepticism from my dad. My mom, whenever I try to refute the logic behind something she believes in, has never failed to tell me: “Para kang Papa mo.” But …
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