Is this death?
What is death? Who is death? Does he has a personality? Who is he? Why does he makes us sad or cry? In fact why do we even fear it?
The story of this young man said it all.
John was a gregarious type of guy, a tall , handsome looking young man about 5ft tall. He lives in a neighbourhood near the city drive post office where he was loved by almost all. Every Saturday in the morning old Mrs Johnson always hears the soft , gentle voice of a man in joggers and a sweaty T-shirt , trotting energetically pass her house as she waters her Roses . "Good morning , Mrs Johnson , i love your Roses!".
With her old wrinkled dimple smile, Mrs Johnson always replied "Thank you! Dear". That was John.
He works as a clerk in his place of work at BB-enterprise in town, And he is fond of cracking jokes with his colleagues during break hours. Even though he dislikes reading fairy tales from his childhood, he never forgets to read one of these stories to his little sister by the bed side before she sleeps. Life has been hard since he lost his Dad at the age of 10 to a car accident. And he couldn't imagine the grief he went through following the loss and why he hates death so much. With tears in her eyes , Mama always told him "Stop crying dear , Don't worry your dad is in a better place". And he was wandering what better place could he be than here with his family.
John rubs off the tears coming from eyes , remembering the incident while he kissed his little sister on the forehead before leaving the room. He then went to the kitchen , picked up a mug and prepare himself a hot coffee.
The sitting room was quiet as usual when he steps in while sipping his coffee, savouring every taste. The glowing embers from the fireplace was the only thing that attracted his eyes as he sips his coffee while leaning on the wall, ignoring the sofa in front of him and the rocking chair by his left. The red embers reminded him of how his crush died a long time ago. Mary was her name and She was almost everything to him even though he wasn't able to summon the courage to tell her how he feels and never got the chance to tell her his feelings because death took her away. Her death was horrible and was like a stab of a dagger to his heart. Herself and her family were burnt in an unknown fire outbreak that sent their home to ashes. He hated death for this.
He wished he could meet death face to face and ask him why he is killing his loved ones , does it matter he asked himself ? What if death was person, he could have found him and killed him and That would be more liberating. He was about to seat in the rocking chair by his left, when he hears a voice in his head
"John i know how you feel and i am going to answer all your questions."
John was confused, is this real? , is he ok? Or was he only dreaming?
"John listen to me, i am going to tell you everything and why your father died"
John was more confused,
"Who are you? Get out of my head!"
John quickly leans while placing his hands on his head , leaving his mug and coffee to the mercy of the floor.
"John i am going to tell you everything"
"what makes you mortal John? Is it not i ? Have you forgotten that being human means you must be mortal and being mortal means you must die?"
"why did you think your father died john? Its Because he is mortal and every mortal has his/her lifespan. And when the time is up i will come over and set him free from this world"
"Are you not happy that he is free John?"
John was restless with his hands on his head
"Get out! of my head"
"Don't be hard on yourself John , This is what it means to be human"
John was angry
"Why! Are you so wicked!! , you keep on taking everyone i loved away from me!!!"
"John the reason why i took them away is based on what i told you"
"you have to understand something John, this world is not your home. There is a place where the lights never go down, where the trees never go brown and where the green grasses never withers. Its covered with blossoms of beautiful flowers, streets made of gold , beautiful creatures of all kind , everlasting peace, name it. That's where you belong John and not in this world"
"But you have to know this John, you have to live a righteous life to see and live in that beautiful place. Unless you want to go to the other side"
John was a bit calm
"what other side, he asked?"
"This other side is as painful as an ordinary fire but far more worse in pain that you can ever imagine. Its call the pit of doom"
Johns head was floating with questions upon confusion
"why would anyone choose the other side?" John asked
"Its a matter of choice John and your life here on Earth is part of making that choice."
"How?"
Confused John asked
"Its based on the way you live your life John, by choosing the path that's lead to righteousness or the path that leads to the other side "
"John you know what i mean by that, And by now you ought to understand that in life death is not what you should fear but what follows after death"
"And if you follow the right path , you have nothing to fear. Good bye John"
Immediately John felt as if he was taken out of a trance with his shirt soaked in sweat. It was then that he discovered the shattered mug on the floor together with the spilled coffee.
John felt different, he then sat properly on the rocking chair and asked himself, is this what death is all about? He then checked his digital watch and saw that the time is 5:00AM.
The sitting room was quiet as usual when he steps in while sipping his coffee, savouring every taste. The glowing embers from the fireplace was the only thing that attracted his eyes as he sips his coffee while leaning on the wall, ignoring the sofa in front of him and the rocking chair by his left. The red embers reminded him of how his crush died a long time ago. Mary was her name and She was almost everything to him even though he wasn't able to summon the courage to tell her how he feels and never got the chance to tell her his feelings because death took her away. Her death was horrible and was like a stab of a dagger to his heart. Herself and her family were burnt in an unknown fire outbreak that sent their home to ashes. He hated death for this.
He wished he could meet death face to face and ask him why he is killing his loved ones , does it matter he asked himself ? What if death was person, he could have found him and killed him and That would be more liberating. He was about to seat in the rocking chair by his left, when he hears a voice in his head
"John i know how you feel and i am going to answer all your questions."
John was confused, is this real? , is he ok? Or was he only dreaming?
"John listen to me, i am going to tell you everything and why your father died"
John was more confused,
"Who are you? Get out of my head!"
John quickly leans while placing his hands on his head , leaving his mug and coffee to the mercy of the floor.
"John i am going to tell you everything"
"what makes you mortal John? Is it not i ? Have you forgotten that being human means you must be mortal and being mortal means you must die?"
"why did you think your father died john? Its Because he is mortal and every mortal has his/her lifespan. And when the time is up i will come over and set him free from this world"
"Are you not happy that he is free John?"
John was restless with his hands on his head
"Get out! of my head"
"Don't be hard on yourself John , This is what it means to be human"
John was angry
"Why! Are you so wicked!! , you keep on taking everyone i loved away from me!!!"
"John the reason why i took them away is based on what i told you"
"you have to understand something John, this world is not your home. There is a place where the lights never go down, where the trees never go brown and where the green grasses never withers. Its covered with blossoms of beautiful flowers, streets made of gold , beautiful creatures of all kind , everlasting peace, name it. That's where you belong John and not in this world"
"But you have to know this John, you have to live a righteous life to see and live in that beautiful place. Unless you want to go to the other side"
John was a bit calm
"what other side, he asked?"
"This other side is as painful as an ordinary fire but far more worse in pain that you can ever imagine. Its call the pit of doom"
Johns head was floating with questions upon confusion
"why would anyone choose the other side?" John asked
"Its a matter of choice John and your life here on Earth is part of making that choice."
"How?"
Confused John asked
"Its based on the way you live your life John, by choosing the path that's lead to righteousness or the path that leads to the other side "
"John you know what i mean by that, And by now you ought to understand that in life death is not what you should fear but what follows after death"
"And if you follow the right path , you have nothing to fear. Good bye John"
Immediately John felt as if he was taken out of a trance with his shirt soaked in sweat. It was then that he discovered the shattered mug on the floor together with the spilled coffee.
John felt different, he then sat properly on the rocking chair and asked himself, is this what death is all about? He then checked his digital watch and saw that the time is 5:00AM.
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