A different evolution.

DEATH

This is the oblivion that most of us fear. This is the heaven where people fear to go.
But why?
We never belonged to this world and we aint gonna achieve anything more than we deserve in this world. We belong to the other world, where there are only truths, where words are understood even before speaking, where goodness prevails with the support of weakness. Why crave and die with the fear of death when you know all you are doing is going back to your home after death.
So why did we come to this universe? This earth?
The world we belong to has nothing called time, nothing called impossible, nothing called imperfections. But is it right for us to achieve this miracle without knowing the pain and effort of earning it? So that is why we are made to pass several lifes in several universes before we actually enjoy the greater good. But its not like this world is less beautiful, its just that the universe wants us to realise that there is something that can be much more beautiful than the most beautiful.
Never pity the dead. Never pity the living. Pity those who are dead when living.
Thank you. ❤

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