You Have Not Lived Until You Die

It took my death before anything could make sense.

Not to scare you with death (no horrors) anyway, my death will bring numerous lessons to live again rent-free in your head and immensely prepare you for yours. This death was unexpected and even came in unbelievable phases. Was I shot? Was it an accident, or I just slumped? But I really wanted to live forever to satisfy this life.

But what is actually life without death? Fun? It is a bitter truth that living once is not a choice. The crazy time my death happened was when I discovered I was dead.

At one point, I felt so empty, unstable, and I couldn't describe it. I knew something important left me. Shouldn't the death's powers be dead?

Disclaimer: Death is a very sensitive word, so I won't hit it much.

Was it sanity? I was unable to tell, I thought it was a writer's block. I knew I was dead and all that could save me was resurrection. I started exploring very deep, even into the bottomless pit.

I went to hell and back, the solution seemed very far from me. The dark kept smiling at my unknown misery.

Then, I kept doing my daily routine as usual, I read books and all sorts of newsletters, faked smiles a thousand times in a day hoping I won't pass away.

Crazy! I realized I couldn't connect my whole self like I do to recover faster.

That moment I knew I was dead everywhere—emotionally (just trying to be fine), physically (burnout with a load of consistent writer's blocks) and mentally (very mad on the inside).

Still, I maintained a 'good look' on the outside.

The Regeneration

Oh! The help that brought me out from it was too extraordinary to describe. I found Light when my soul cried while seeing my dead body. I left earth for a destination unknown.

The feeling was different.

I stooped to conquer all that unimaginable moment.

Little did I know that I was about to EVOLVE, so it took my death to make it happen. I literally died of unnecessary expectations and allowed a large apartment for growth live and breathe.

So, did I live again all myself? Damn no! I found help first from the Word(s) of God, different advices and constant checkups from trusted friends.

My soul cried hard seeing the funeral of my dead body. It decayed, and a new life sprang up to live.

Whatta Rebirth!

The Power of Death you don't know about

Should you be scared? Of course not, as death is not for the weak, you should brace yourself for the worst.

Don't let worry of the recession (or any other current happenings) take away the Joy you've been building for a long time.

Again, it's crazy that we give ourselves numerous expectations, more than we can handle.

Thereby, we crash on the land after flying for a long time. If your belief system is feeble to wade off expectations, then disappointments will beat you like the rain in a stormy weather.

Death will not speak peace if the soul is not happy. Free your mind, take a break (as long as it will take) and live again.

Yes, Breathe & Live.

Peace.

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