As the title says: If you think heaven is real, why are you still here? And I don't mean you should go kill yourself, I'm just wondering why you would work hard to extend your own life span if you think a perfect place is available to you after your life ends.
Here is an analogy to better explain the meaning behind my words:
You are living in a cardboard box. You have the clothes on your back, enough food to last until you gather your next meal, and every day you work hard to maintain the box you live in.
One day a man comes up to you and tells you that he lives in the golden palace at the end of the street. Everything in the palace is of the highest quality, every mod con is available to all that live there, the food is cooked by the best chefs, every vehicle is available to drive, ride, sail, and pilot, and the in house doctor knows all the best medical knowledge of every culture. There is even every pleasure you can enjoy, on tap, twenty four hours a day.
He offers you a place in the palace as soon as the box is no longer a viable living space and tells you that as soon as you walk up to the golden gates someone will take you to get you settled into your new home.
The question is this: Why would you continue to repair the cardboard box? Why would you resist the opportunity to live in the golden palace for even a second more?
Even if you can't actively destroy the box, just let it fail to be inhabitable as quick as is natural.
Any and all answers are welcome.
Because sometimes I'm not done with the cardboard box.
It's a challenge to see how long you can survive in that cardboard box. How you can make the best of it. Better your circumstances yourself, on your own. Without someone giving it all to you. Living in heaven doesn't seem like much of a challenge if it exists. Actually sounds kind of boring.
People challenge themselves all the time to live with less than they have to. You've accomplished something rather than have someone else give you everything that you need which doesn't actually sound very fulfilling to me.