The Path to Heaven Runs Through Miles of Clouded Hell

"The Path to Heaven Runs Through Miles of Clouded Hell."
Lyrics from Imagine Dragons song It's time. These kinda struck me tonight while I was listening to my play lists for strange nights like these. How are they strange? I think alot more than I usually do. Sounds ridiculous, right?

What a queer thought though? If it's true that the path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell, than perhaps life is meant to be hell. If we wanna be in hell, we can decide not to progress. We can stay right where we are. How easy would it be to give up on ourselves and our chance at heaven? Very. Cause all it takes is sitting still. We can decide not to change and not to become something bigger, better and more capable of doing good. That is what I think hell is.

But to get to heaven, I think that's walking on through hell and never stopping. Never slowing down. Getting up when you trip on Satan's little snars and starting up again. Never decreasing your effort to get the hell out of there and moving on to a better place. Heaven. Through all those miles of clouded hell, you have the chance to become heavenly. "Right to the top." That's heaven. Progressing out of the horrible, dark places we're sent to. Showing whoever sent us here that it's not where we wanna be forever. We want something better and we're willing to go through hell to get it. We want to be something better and we're going to leave the world to become heavenly.

Kind of a cool idea, no?