Limits.

People often tell me that the sky is the limit.  I never really understood what that meant .. I always interpreted it two different ways.  Taking it literally, the sky is so beyond our reach that the phrase implies that the possibilities are limitless.  However, the more I think about it, the more complex it becomes.  Perhaps the sky is simply a symbol of heaven, the home we hope to dwell when we’ve perished.  But if that is the case, then wouldn’t death be the limit?

I once read somewhere that the most important part of a gravestone is the tiny dash separating the birth and death day.  Sometimes I wonder why life is celebrated so little, but I can say that I see and hear things that help me understand.

I’ve heard that our time on Earth is just a physical aspect of our relationship with God.  When we pass away, it is only then that we are given the ability to rejoice in eternal life with Him.

Yeah, typical preach-y stuff.

Reflecting on these thoughts provoke me even more.

If our entire life, we search to please ourselves and satisfy our deeds on Earth as long as that “tiny little dash allows,” then eventually .. we die and reach heaven …

That’s the limit.  That’s it.  All over.

..... So is there anything with no boundary after all?

Because more and more .. I feel like there is an ending to everything.