“On the death’s door, I stand,

wondering; what was the past about

which slid away like sand,

It did no mercy on me,

made me feel like I can't.

My goals, and my ambition, all turned wee.

The open doors closed,

nothing to see.

In my last moments,

my mind went astray,

Nothing but regrets,

that's what death’s about.

and it only gets worse

because after this moment

I'll never be the man I was and could have been.”

“A MAN’S WANTS CANNOT BE FULFILLED EVEN IF ALL OF ETERNITY IS PROVIDED TO HIM”

1 NOVEMBER, 2060

“I regret nothing, death is the best thing that could've happened right now,” I thought as my life flashed before my eyes, while I fell from a skyscraper window. I saw all the days when I was being bullied, kicked out of my house, being homeless for years, even slaving away in the corporate world, meeting the woman of my dreams, as well as feeling her taking her last breaths in my hands, shutting down myself in the dark walls of the only shitty penthouse I could rent, and through those walls I could hear her voice, that hellhole which became my safe space. As I felt the floor crashing into me I had no regrets but a wish that i could've spent some more time with my wife. The moment my consciousness was fading away was the only moment I was surrounded by people worried for me, I must've been the only person they saw pass away with a smile.

DAY 1 OF THE ‘REAL DEAL’

As my consciousness slowly faded into darkness…… I heard a voice call out to me, emotions suddenly clouded my mind, thoughts like 'did i not die, 'do i really have to go back to that job again?' my hands started shaking as my eyes teared, no amount of strength could make my hands stop.

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i mustered up all my courage to take my hands to my throat trying to choke myself to death. Before i could squeeze my throat a voice stopped me, the words "trying to die twice are you?", i spoke up in a broken voice sarcastically "Well if i failed the first time, got to try again! just like the popular saying 'second time's the charm' isn't it?" The man started laughing uncontrollably while passing remarks with the likes of 'this is one one of the best ones i have heard', which made me annoyed to the extent i wanted to kill that person just as must as myself, the voice kept on laughing until i burst out in an emotional outburst, "Do you have any idea what I have been through!? what I have endured!? what I have lost!? I did not decide to end it on a whim, i have been suffering my whole life, and you think its a damn joke!?"

I would've gone on for the whole day but the voice interrupted me, "you're dead already moral, or as you call yourself 'Arick', the name does not suit you, you are just a lonely depressed man, you did nothing your whole life to deserve to be called Arick. shut up and listen. You are dead! this is the real deal, or what you like to call afterlife. the life you experienced was a tutorial, you are about to experience the real stuff. So stop crying like a man-child, presenting yourself as the only one suffering, I have seen billions of people like you, people with no purpose, people with no ambition, or what i like to call 'the people who never lived'. So this is funny, your conditions is funny, your life was funny. If you live the same way here, you would be the biggest joke. so shut up!"

With this the room fell into silence, i did not have a reply for him. He was right, my whole life I was just sorry, i did not even try to escape out of my misery, i just accepted. As I was engulfed the source of the voice walked in, contrary to my expectations the man looked like what a person would imagine a butler to be, this made me scoff a little and made me feel a moment of superiority until he opened his mouth and started narrating me whole life, the more he spoke the more I got pushed into a trance, the man seemed like the almighty. He might even be god for all i know.

After he just narrated me my whole life, he instructed me while handing me a glass of water to get ready for the journey to the real deal both physically and mentally before leaving laughing like a madman.

nothing could prepare me for what was to come next.