Imagine writing down your innermost thoughts each day just as you would in a journal or a diary, several paragraphs or sometimes just a line or two that sums up what is going on in your mind; about your family, your neighborhood, your own little corner of the world.
That's exactly what I want to do. But I doubt I have the courage. Or the valiance.
The assumption is that no one reads your online diary.
The reality is that everyone reads it.
Everyone. Including your boss, your colleague, your parents, your friends, your family, your distant cousin who lives in a remote corner of Australia. Everyone. Even an elite class of strangers and weirdos frequent your diary every once in a while.
While at home, I can't talk about work because then people at work won't be interested in what you have to say. While at work, you can't write about home, because then people at home won't be interested in what you have to say. While at school, you can't talk about religion, because God won't be interested in what you have to say.
But while you're in Heaven, you can talk about anything and everything.
Because when you're dead, everyone will be interested in what you have to say.