The redundancy of life.

All of life is redundant. I think that we try and escape the redundancy of life in evangelical religion. We tell ourselves that God is new and fresh and exciting. We tell ourselves that she has great plans of redemption, healing, and growth. However, the same 'lessons' keep repeating themselves. We find we are stuck with the same problems, relationally, spiritually; we keep hitting the same road blocks. We experience grief and sooner or later we experience it again. The process of grieving and loss, and the vain pursuits; persist and reassert themselves over again. I was thinking how in death you can't regret dying. I mean we fight and friehn for meaning and influence and success to 'follow us to the grave' and it seems so important while we are here, but once we are dead we will honestly not care. We will cease to exist. However, with this religious heritage I was so graciously provided with, I will have trouble escaping the mentality that this life does matter, that there is an afterlife, and if I don't escape it, that does not matter so much, but I must not allow myself to fall into the trap of not living this one on the incredible bargain that there is another one better.