Death is a door where all you see outside the window is now open without a curtain to shroud your naked eyes.
It is part of our metamorphosis. To be the flower instead of a corpse that offered to it, to be a butterfly instead of a rotten flesh covered with maggots of fly.
A caterpillar gets afraid, not because of its death as a caterpillar in a coccoon but because it doesn't know what will happen after—its fate. It doesn't know that it will grow wings and be able to fly to the sky.
We are afraid to die, not because of death, but because we do not know our flight. We do not know our destiny: heaven or hell.
Where are we going after we die?
No one knows where. No one knows what will happen to us.
But we can ask... and have the answer.
When we are already there.
Death is a door at the end of the tunnel. We do not know the end, but it is clear to see. It is there waiting for us, and to be able to answer the question...
We need to accept it as a reality. No matter what your age is, what your status in life, your gender or religion. We will going to die.
And what will happen after is only revealed when we are already outside this house we call life and see what is really out there.
©schistus
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