Before it all Beings
They say that in this world, the greatest fear a human being carries is the fear of death.
Perhaps because death is not merely the stopping of breath… it is the sudden silencing of an entire world.
Have you ever imagined it? As if you were pushed into an endless ocean of darkness; so deep that you cannot even see your own hand. You try to scream, to call out with all your
strength… but the sound collapses inside your chest. It feels as though you are speaking, yet nothing reaches the world beyond you.
The fear is not that people will forget you. The fear is that they might not see you moving … perhaps even they can't hear you… and yet be able to reach you. As if there were a transparent wall between two worlds; you trapped on one side, pounding against it, while on the other side they stand helpless, unable to cross over.
The thought of death is like a long, winter-bound night. A night that refuses to end. No stars. No faint blush of dawn. Only waiting. A kind of waiting where even time abandons you.
Seconds, minutes, years stripped of meaning. As if the hands of the clock have frozen, and you are imprisoned inside a single moment that never moves forward.
And yet they say that beyond this, time has no sequence at all. No morning. No evening. No yesterday, no tomorrow. There is only a light; gentle, not blinding… but safe.
When souls arrive there, they are not alone. It is as if a map had always been etched inside their hearts; a map that leads them unerringly to the soul they were created for. The one they
once laughed with in life… or the one they longed to remain with but could not.
Meeting there does not feel strange. There is no astonishment, no formal greeting. Only recognition. One glance… and everything is remembered. As though the souls had never truly been separated.
There, thousands of years pass like a single heartbeat. Centuries dissolve into a smile. In a single touch, the entire universe settles into peace. No questions remain. No complaints.
What needs to be said is understood without words.
Two souls drift there like waves of the same river, sometimes close, sometimes closer still.
No fear. No terror of separation. Only the quiet certainty: you were always here… you always were.
Perhaps that is the truest meaning of heaven; a place where love does not depend on time.
Where waiting comes to an end. Where two souls are together simply because they were always meant to be. a message that only soul can understand, its like one day I forgot every
thing ... but you, never And in longing for such a place… is embracing death a truth? Is it right?
But the real question remains: is there anything in this world more precious than life itself?
Something before which death seems easier? Something for which passing through death becomes the final path?
