Walking on the narrow path of his life, he was still silent, still wondering. A foul air of happiness haunted him. He knew that, with every step he took, he came closer to his fate. He couldn't escape the haunting truth that he lived. Is it possible that he could outsmart fate by being the better man? But that's not how it happens, he knows that there have been many a man before him who were better and still failed. He kept on walking, still coming closer to the truth he can't escape. His fate was now within sight, but not to be seen. He could feel it entrancing his every move, influencing his every sense. But could he live through it? He kept on walking until he reached his fate, his death. He didn't laugh, he didn't cry, he didn't scream. His solemn soul stayed still; silent, smiling. He let death slowly take him, fearing nothing but the fact that he may lose the capacity to love, and that he didn't know where he was going. He felt the migration of his conscience, his very self, from its bodily cage and into its original form, free and beautiful. He could not resist but live as he has always wanted to; loving unconditionally, and roaming freely. He then realized that he should have never been scared of death, nor that it should be the case with anyone. He realized that death was never the end, but the beginning. He passed the test of his life. It was only then that he realized that death never took from him his capacity to love, but only enhanced it. It was because he was freed of his body that he could be. He was unconditional in every sense; loving, everlasting and free.
God bless.
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