Yeah, but like any other ticket, you gotta have it in your hand. The bouncers tend to throw out those who claim they left it at home.
Where or what is Heaven?
Where? No one knows if it is a spatiotemporal location. It is not like you can get in your car and drive there. It is, simply, the place where God in His fulness resides, where pain and sorrow, insecurity, hate, loss and grief are simply swallowed up by LIFE and the love that flows from the person of God. Since physical insecurity and want are a product of cosmic treason and moral lapse, the things we lust for, strive for, see as a ticket to freedom and security are laughed at as meaningless. That is the idea behind streets of gold and buildings made of jewels. None of that crap will matter, as we simply won't have scarcity, and won't have the perverted appetites that continually want more, even at the expense of others. What will matter is love and proximity to LIFE and its source. Gold sux compared to that.
No one goes there who is not longing for it. If you despise the gift of forgiveness and restoration, you can be content to nurse your shriveled little hate fill soul for eternity in a perpetual orgy of despair, anger, pride, rebellion emptiness and loss. Do not think the silly pictures of denizens of hell who "long for heaven" or "long for one more chance to accept Christ" is any more than buncombe. As bad as it is, there is a fiery fury against the person and goodness of God, a bitter antipathy toward him, and a wheezing, chortling spite against Him and his people which both rattles on forever and progressively disintegrates from everything about you now which is good, pure, noble, happy, content, and honorable. Citizens of hell reject God (the old Norse word for God is "the GOOD") and they get what they choose.
To the rejoinder that men want to choose good but reject Christ, Jesus himself makes the statement that you reject good and God when you reject him. It is either the statement of a bonafide lunatic or God himself in human form.