AFTERLIFE: WHAT REALLY HAPPENS WHEN WE DIE?

 

Going to sleep was the last thing he remembers, now he's here - what the fuck is this place? Looking lost and confused, his eyes almost closed like a china man in the middle of the desert.

Sweats hustled down his face, breathing heavily, he could feel the heat of the sun on his body but the sun is no where to be found. Haa - where am I?  What is this place? He kept asking himself and walking down the road which seemed to be the only pathway to anywhere. - **wherever anywhere is **

He kept walking down the road which seems to have no end and no sign boards to tell if you're a most at your destination, wait - is that a door? He asked himself while noticing a four cornered entrance at the far end of road. He smiled while letting out a sigh of relief. Surely, there's always a light at the end of every tunnel. In this case, a door at the end of the long lasting road. 

He used the little energy he still has to rush his way to the door -it really was a door. 

Finally, some progress, he said. Before noticing that the door had no handles, no lock or anything. **Nothing** just a door -without the handles. 

What!? What the  is this place? 

How'd I even end up in here in the first place?

 

HELLO! 

HEY!! 

IS THERE ANYONE HERE?!! -HE SCREAMS AT THE TOP OF HIS VOICE, 

He sigh in annoyance. He's tired, sweating, thirsty and angry at the same time. 

He sat on the floor in frustration, thinking how all this is possible, how he ended up here, why it had to be him to be in this annoying situation. 

No food, no water, no solution at hand- none he could think of. 

Still thinking of what to do, he noticed something. 

A person. He couldn't decide which gender because the person was quite far from where he is. 

HEY!! 

HEY YOU!! He yelled, hoping the person would hear him. No responds was given neither did the person stop. 

He quickly stood up and ran after the person. 

HEY, WAIT UP!! He kept yelling. While running after the person. 

After a long run he was almost out of breath. 

Wait for me, he said. This time without yelling, he didn't have the strength to. 

He stopped running, bent forward, using his knee as a support for his hand. While gasping for breath he said, "Please, Help  me"

What took you so long- a voice came from nowhere in particular. 

The shock of that, made him stand straightup again. He looked around for the person saying those words but his eyes could not get hold of anything. 

Who are you? He asked. 

I am YOU, the voice replied. 

*confused* me? I don't understand. Why am I here? 

Because you brought yourself here. 

I don't understand, why would I bring myself here, I don't even know where here is. 

You brought yourself here, how? Because you are dead. 

Dead? How can I be dead? I can't be dead. 

 But you are -the voice replied. 

But how? How it possible.? I ate a good food last night, I even took my medicines as prescribed by the doctor. How can I be dead? 

That is what you don't understand. 

LIFE isn't about what you have. It is about what you give. You have money, but you don't give out to the needy. You think you're healthy but you are the weakest person on the earth.  Money can't buy you life, but the little you give out can make you live forever. Not by yourself, but in the heart of people. 

Now you're dead, your money will be shared amongst your family, everything you worked for will be distributed to people who were not even there when you started building it. None will remember you after a month. They'll all be living their best lives with the money you left for them. Your legacy will die every day by day, your name will fade in the face of the earth. And no one will remember you. 

The door would've opened for you. But it didn't because, that is the door of prayers, but you didn't get any. 

So you're forever stuck here. Alone, hungry with no where to go. 

Goodbye.