The Winning Ticket – Part Two

Earlier today I wrote about purchasing a monthly train ticket for the princely sum of £138. Since then I have been commuting to and from Belfast, constantly checking my wallet to satisfy myself it was where it was meant to be. I would produce and stare at it longingly like Frodo Baggins on his way to Mordor with the one ring to rule them all. Thankfully, minus the annoyingly protective Samwise Gamgee at my side.

The good news is that I have managed to navigate the first half of October without losing said ticket. It remains in pristine condition, safe and sound in its plastic sleeve, less wrinkles than a botoxed socialite. I proudly wave it at the conductor every morning, mentally calculating how much money I have saved since abandoning my previous policy of buying daily tickets.

I guard it with my life. It is indeed my precious. All £138 of it. If only I treated all the precious commodities in my life with such care. Physically I ‘try’ to eat healthily and run regularly. I’d like to think I’m in decent shape for a man of my venerable years. Mentally, I take my happy pill every morning which wards off the slumbering monster called OCD which lurks in the darker recesses of my mind.

But what about my soul? I’ve always thought there is something beyond life. This can’t be everything, at least that’s my take on it. Call me naive but I believe in an afterlife and how you conduct yourself in this existence, determines where you’re going to end up when you trundle off this mortal coil. When that happens I won’t have to worry about my weight or cholesterol levels. But I will have to worry about my soul.

It’s worth a tad more than £138 but I often neglect the most important commodity I will ever possess. I need to be kinder, humbler and more loving. I need to put others before myself, give generously of my time and energy. There is so much I need to do better and more often. And yet I so often neglect what’s staring me straight in the eye, jumping up and down and stamping its feet like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

Tomorrow is another working day. I’ll brave the packed Belfast Express, clinging on to my ticket for all I’m worth. But I’m learning to cling even more tightly to the wisdom and guidance I so desperately need to traverse this minefield we call life. It’s involved a lot of tentative steps but I’m hopeful I’m headed in the right direction. For this is one journey where a one way ticket is all that I’ll require.

Do you believe in the afterlife?

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  1. Whether we believe in an afterlife or not, the sentiment of living life by being the best person we can be is something worth doing.
    BTW if there is an afterlife may it be filled with chocolate and ice cream!

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  2. Aw, I love this. I really was giggling quite like a silly school girl as I read your description of your anxiety about your ‘golden ticket’ and comparing it to the Lord of the Rings. (One of my favourite movies/books btw) So thanks for that, I really enjoy your sense of humour.

    On a more serious note, yes I do believe in the afterlife. I believe in a loving, forgiving, and generous God of all (no matter what name we call him or her). Perhaps if we don’t meet face to face in this lifetime we will in the next world. You have made my struggles with faith something I can more easily handle, and you’ve made me laugh often on the journey – so thanks for that, too. I think God must have a great sense of humour – I mean look at all of us!

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  3. You have made me smile throughout your 2 part post. With regards to the afterlife, it is not something I have really considered. However I discovered in the Spring that T believes in reincarnation. Though he did not know the term, he believes that even after we all die, we will be reborn as different people but still within the same family circle. What happens what doesn’t I have to say this is the best version that I have heard.

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  4. I believe in AN afterlife, I think. I’ve no idea what. But nothing disappears. In nature and life everything breaks down to constituent parts (or not) to be re-absorbed and re-used, but nothing – matter or energy – just stops existing. So I don’t think I will either – whatever ‘I’ is. Perhaps it’s less frightening to believe that when we die, we no longer exist.

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  5. As I understand it, you can’t “kill” energy – our laws of physics don’t hold for that. So, aside from the energy that goes into decomposition or what have you, I hope there is that spark of life that is love, that joins with all the other sparks of love in the Universe to be – something beautiful. And yes, I include my ex husband, and people who have been hurtful in this.

    Maybe Hell is people who’ve never known or been able to express that love, and they just kind of remain as memories of “what not to be like”.

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