This is something that is hard to explain and will be forever a matter of faith, before I was formed I didn’t exist as nothing more then an idea in gods head, only when he shaped my flesh and gave me life did I begin to exist and b/c of the trials and tribulations of my life I have formed complex emotions and behaviors, and when this hunk of flesh can no longer carry on and wears out the part of my mind that makes me, well me, will continue on another plane of existence and depends how I have chosen my life and if I have kept my faith it will either be a world of love and understanding or a self built hell where I force myself to live out my worst moment as a form of self torture over the guilt I feel for a wasted life
That is the gift he gave us
but like I said, since you didn’t feel happy then, why would you feel happy after?
