Death is so early .... in the morning.

I woke up this morning around 6 am. I opened my eyes, and my body didnt move. I stayd there for 1 hour, and I tried moving my big toe. After I was able to move it, I felt happy. I can feel the command being relayed from my brain to my big toe, and the impulse goes bag to my brain and I feel and think I was able to move my big toe. Yeah yeah, sound like a movie. But this is for real man. I had a dream. My dream was about myself. In my dream I was lying down, I cannot see anything but the sky. I cannot move my body, perhaps I was wounded, im not sure. But I feel tired. Like form a battle or something. And like I can see my body was so messed up. In my mind I had this feeling about my end. Like death was inevitable. I dont know why I was thinkin that way, but I was there, and it was the only thing in my mind. And in the final moment, I felt happy. Nothing else was on my mind. I just felt contented with my life. I accepted death. My body stiffnd and breathing stopped. Then everything was black. And like a few minutes, I woke up.

Now I write this blog, to tell myself ... I died this morning. Today is a new day. I begin my new life. I live this day like another last day of my life.

If tomorrow I will die for real, or maybe next year, or whenever... I hope I can still remember all my friends and all the people I love. They make me happy ... and because of them I see life as a series of happiness not as a continuous suffering. Like a Series of Unfortunate Events that lead to a better path.

So, what the hell ... hehehe, im still alive.

Hello World.