The afterlife

I'm reading an interesting book called 'the five people you meet in heaven'. It got me thinking about all that stuff today, whilst I was between chapters. We're forced to believe in a religious afterlife when we're at school, but who can tell what really happens when the curtain falls?

The book, so far, suggests that there are five people you meet in heaven who let you know what your life was about. Call me dramatic, but I often think about the same things myself. There are social norms - that are changing, of course - which program you into thinking that you should be at a certain stage in life at a certain stage of your life. For example, at 21, you graduate from university and are meant to get a job. But lots of us now go travelling after uni, find temp work or still have no clue what we want to be. We flit from job to job, trying to figure out some sort I life plan while our parents despair of us whilst we fritter our money away on having a good one rather than saving for a house.

With the economy the way it is, I think things could go either way: we'll start being more sensible with our savings, or... We'll be just as, if not more, frivolous, because saving is a bit Of a waste of time. No one can afford a house anymore, so why save for that non-existent mortgage?

We don't have loved ones to share them with anyway, we won't settle down until we're in our thirties apparently (which also hinders sharing those mortgage payments with someone)
We plod along, having fun with our mates, feeling lonely as we head home alone and embarrassed if we're still living at home.

When we get to 'heaven' who will be there to tell us how we changed their life in some way? What will we have achieved that we can look back on with pride? How will Generation Y affect this big world of ours?

Perhaps they're all question for Bernie Madoff.