#overpopulated

The new baby boom is genuinely concerning

Sometimes I hope to all the gods, that I dont know if I believe in, that Christians are right, and there is a heaven waiting for us all at the end of this long long rope. But there are so many doubts filling my head, like how big is it? If every good man or woman who has ever lived is there, it must be overpopulated, or giant. How is it heaven for everyone? Heaven for me and heaven for you are probably nowhere near the same. Sometimes I hope, late at night, that everyone I've ever lost will be there, my final day here, my first night in heaven, standing right at those gates of gold, waiting to see me in. Sometimes I hope to all the gods that I dont believe in, that Christians are wrong. Because if there is a heaven up there, beyond the clouds and further, pearly gates rising higher than the eye can see, into that sky far above the clouds, I know they'd never let me in.