Before I went to elementary school, my mother started to telling *** those stories.
She told me that if we are good we go to paradise and we will stay there forever.
And when she said forever, I started panicking.
I kept asking, forever? Forever? Forever? You mean it never ends?
Like you wake up, and you know that then you go back to sleep and this never ends, never ends, never ends.
I started crying.
***, what's wrong with you, this is paradise, it'll filled with lot of fun you'll be very happy there.
But these ideas of eternity, something infinite, scared me.