and the title is called: life

if you had one chance to make things better, but you had to choose between an eternity of peace, joy, and eternal paradise, or another life among those you left behind; which would you choose? would you choose to accept your paradise in eternity? or would you choose to join all those that you once shared the world with in the hopes that just one of those other people could just see what a life of hope and eternal joy is like? would you leave the homeless, starving, dying, crying, lonely, hungry, and oppressed to continue to lie in their filth and drown, while you stood over them and watched in paradise? or would you lower yourself to their level in order to bring them all a chance for a better life? would you let the man jump off the roof to die in a Rorschach of blood, guts, and feces? or would you take that leap of faith to try and save his life? when we all come to our final moments are we really any better or worse than those who died with us? in the moment of death a body becomes home for a new life, a mind becomes an idea, and a spirit becomes but a bitter memory. because who are we to judge a man with no regret?