Death is no End

There is a beautiful and lush green paddock across from the road where I live. When you are actually in the paddock it seems to go on eternally, without an end and without a beginning. One can get lost in this blossoming field, but not me. I know my way around it like the back of my hand. So I did not get lost on my way this time. 1

There is a path that is now very well stamped into the ground. This path leads straight to the cliff. I go there everyday, but never can do what I go to do. This cliff is symbolic to me as eternal life. For death is not the end as is common belief, it is merely a method of transportation, for there are other worlds then these.2

I think about this now as I stand on the edge of the cliff. The sea breeze rustles my hair and pushes my shirt back against my chest. I close my eyes as I tilt my head up and spread my arms. I shuffle my feet forward slightly until my bare toes overhang the drop, still not looking. I am thinking about death but am also thinking that I have only lived 16 years. I have not yet learnt to drive, travel the world, experience a deep love, and the passion that comes with it, or even had a career. It is these thoughts that always send me home.3

I try to push them out of my head and focus on the reason I am here in the first place. It works. The feelings come back, the vows made to myself, the fogging up of my mind. I begin to get frustrated and unreasonable. I shuffle my feet a little further forward and open my eyes. I start staring down at the large waves, crashing violently against the cliff and foaming up on the, jagged islands of rock just visible above the tossing water. I turn around still with my arms out stretched and stare at the open field in front of me. The see zephyr whips lightly against the tops of the tall grass blades, making it look like it was alive. 4

The paddock starts to slowly angle down from my, falling away in slow motion. Next I see a blue, cloudless sky stretch out in front of me, and slowly the top of the cliff comes into view. Slowly it starts to engulf more and more of my view. My bare feet strike a sharp ledge that was jutting out of the cliff and everything speeds back up. My view is suddenly blurred as my world spins. There is a last burning sensation in my legs before I catch a view of the waves beneath me. I think to myself that I am happy and close my eyes and my body breaks as I land on one of the small islands of rock.5

The next time I open my eyes I can fly.