After I died, I began to surrender the parts of myself that were no longer necessary. My desires, beliefs, ambitions, doubts. Every trace of my humanity was discarded. I discovered, when moving through eternity, it helps to travel lightly. In fact, I held onto only one thing. My memory. It's astonishing to look back on the world I left behind. Yes, I remember the world, every detail. And what I remember most is how afraid I was.What a waste! You see, to live in fear is not to live at all. I wish I could tell this to those I left behind. But would it do any good? Probably not I understand now. There will always be those who face their fears And there will always be those... who run
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