Disabilities

When you are alive people think of disabilities as being something visual, able to see. A gimp, a scar. Or they take advantage if you have a mental disability.
When you are dead the Traditionally Biotic view you as the disability. I think there is more to it on this debate. We are all going to die someday, but the Differently Biotic left before us and they came back for a reason. We don't know this reason, maybe they have something they are supposed to do.
Back on topic, if there is a reason for the Differently Biotic to come back, don't you think that is important to them despite the way the situation is viewed anyway?

so true. i couldnt have said it better no matter how hard i try.

I don't view the situation important, but I wonder what our purpose in coming back was about.

everyone wonders that.

But it also makes me wonder, what if you don't find your purpose? Do you live again forever or what?

im not too sure what will happen in this second life or after it . . .

We're not aging. No matter what we do, we simply don't change from the age that we died at.
This thought of living forever scares me.
Before we know it, everyone we know and love will be too old to come back if they die.

Anyway, there has to be a reason that we came back, and only some that die even come back at all.

i think we all understand there must be a reason, we just have to find out what it is

Unfinished business or something we are supposed to do, but we died before we had a chance.

i guess that could be it . . . but it will be hard for each of us to find out our own reasons

That's why we have to search for it. I am taking the chance.

so will i!

I think George is going to have a few disabilities after last time we saw him.....

as if he int have it hard enough as it was

gendeadislove wrote:

as if he int have it hard enough as it was

I know

Being dead sucks, but we have some advantages. :p Suck it trads. No offense to Apple and Lucky. lol

being dead does suck quite a bit . . . i dont know how many times when im wondering through the woods at night when the world is asleep that i wish i was still alive . . .