When there is no place to go, there is rest. There is peace.
For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin- real life. But there was always some obstacles in the way. Something to be got through first, some unfinished things, clean ups, some undone responsibilities. I wait and spend days for preparing for the real life to begin. Now I stand before my death. I told Death , wait a minute, so far I was clearing the mess, the obstacles of my life, give me sometime to live my real life. But Death tells me that those obstacles were my life!
My God! My late realisation!