I will be flowers
Last night I woke up with a start. A nightmare. Lately, thankfully, it rarely happens. I had fallen asleep with a work-related worry, and the subconscious did its job.
When you wake up like that, the mind wanders down incredibly winding roads. And I thought about how the years pass, and that I have probably lived more years than I have left. Or, in any case, that it certainly won't be a descent, but a climb - growing old will complicate things, not simplify them.
And I thought about my death. And I thought that my life will end. And that, who knows, maybe I will meet my loved ones again, in some form. But my life, which I care about so much, will be no more. For a moment, I saw darkness. I felt a huge sense of despair, loneliness, and sadness. Because we can have many theories, but we don't really know what will happen.
Suddenly, I felt a strong sense of well-being. Because I do have one certainty: when my life ends, my body will decompose - or it will burn. In either case, I will be energy. I will be flowers. I will be fish. I will be bees, I will be birds. I will be earth, ash, or the energy that will power all of this. I will be a fragrance, or I will fly, or I will swim in the marvelous sea.
I fell back asleep with a huge sense of peace.