One of my favorite shows that I have probably watched at least 4 or 5 times now is “The Good Place”. I watch it not just because it’s funny but because it has this heartfelt vibe to it that makes me feel good.

I am not an eloquent speaker or writer but I will admit that the show on top of making me laugh had me also thinking about moral philosophy, I have yet to read any books on moral philosophy but I love how the entire premise of the show is about learning to be a better version of yourself.

While I do love the show I have always found the series finale to be a bit sad. In all honesty, I am ok with the idea that once you feel complete you walk through the magic door and become one with the universe again. It kind of reminds me of Star Wars and the Force and becoming one with it.

What I did not like about the series ending is Chidi leaving Eleanor to become one with the universe. I am a strong believer in the idea of soul mates. It’s hard to part this into words but the way I feel about my husband is akin to soulmates. I cannot picture my life without him and I have always envisioned that we would be the type to both live into our 90s and move on together around the same time.

While in the show it seemed like Eleanor was being selfish for not wanting to let him go I always felt like Chidi was the selfish one for leaving her behind alone. When you are in a place where infinity stretches out forever until you choose otherwise why would I choose to leave until we were both ready?

If it had been my husband and I in the Good Place I can completely imagine that we would have both walked through the magic door hand in hand together after spending thousands of Jeremy Beremies doing everything and anything we could ever imagine.

I could probably go on and on about what I think the Afterlife should be and expand on the concept of soulmates but this post was really nothing more than to discuss how the ending of this show makes me a little sad.

In the end, I do like the line that Chidi says about the wave.

Picture a wave in the ocean. You can see it, measure it, its height, the way the sunlight refracts when it passes through, and it’s there, and you can see it, you know what it is. It’s a wave. And then it crashes on the shore, and it’s gone. But the water is still there.

The wave was just a different way for the water to be for a little while. That’s one conception of death for a Buddhist. The wave returns to the ocean, where it came from, and where it’s supposed to be.