Truth

Picture yourself standing inside your house, 200 years after you have lived in it, all abandoned, broken and decayed. The memory of your life rushes through you, people walk in and out, to and from parts of the house..and then for no reason they all start crying. You don't remember that memory, and you don't even see yourself in the scene. Then you see it. Your friends and family have gathered to mourn on your painless death.

You realize that you never woke up from the night before..and you break down in tears, collapsing at your knees. How painful it is to watch your family say goodbye to you without you being able to return the favor. Wishing you could rewind the clock to tell them how much you cared for them and appreciated all that they've done for you...but all that is ash and brimstone now... The truth of this is: We all live in Hell.

No matter how close you are to people, you always keep things to yourself. We live in cities of millions, but they might as well be empty. That's the terrible Irony of this all... It’s all discomforting. In life, you may or may not survive. But if your going to survive, you cant just hide in that dark corner. Either way, your life will never be the same again..

Now, picture this: You are walking through a beautiful foggy countryside. The fog clears suddenly and temporarily, and you see the town ahead of you. You feel mixed emotions. You are apprehensive but confident. You don't know what you are doing but you feel you are there for a purpose.

The fog envelops you again, and you press on. It is quiet, and you are alone with your thoughts. Why are you here? You walk onward, into the foggy nothingness.. You start to feel fear..soon wanting to go home. You can’t though..You’ve entered Hell. How though? Eventually, you feel like there is nothing to be afraid of here, and it is all over...but are you really leaving Hell forever?