After Death

Where would you be at the end of the world?

Would you be on the train ride as you always do every morning, beating time to get to class before you were late even though truth of the matter fact is, time is always ahead of you and it ran out for everyone?

Would you be at the peak of your glory and elation as your dreams come true and at that moment, everything turns gray before your eyes and everything crumbles before you and you stand there, realizing the horror before you and everything else went black, as somebody calls out your name in an echo.

Would you be in your lover's arms as they caress and stroke the very being of your soul, and that touch burns as everything disintegrate into nothingness and when you look up, that beautiful face, the very reason why you'd go the extra mile fades away as you feel light and float up with the memory of where you have been before time was up.

Or would you be at the lowest pit of your life, piss drunk and depressed with a bottle of pills in the medicine cupboard. At a point in your life where everything is gone and the only way is up or down to your own grave as Despair takes over you and you decide that the pills would end it all and your death would be in unison with the destruction that occurs a few seconds after you were sober enough to pick yourself up and go to the bathroom and puke.

Or would you be here right now, typing down these words or wondering what the world would be like as the apocalypse approaches. Would everyone know and scramble for the hope of humanity and survival, just so they could live for one more day, one more night, one more hour, one more minute, one more moment to decide whether to accept or decline this prophecy brought down to us. It is bound to happen and either death or this would come first as proof to show how little we are on this plane.

We are mere humans. Nothing more, nothing less.

Who would remember you once you were gone? How much have you left behind? How much did you matter towards the world that you were brought in?

And would you regret the life you lived or be satisfied before leaving?

For we don't know what is beyond Death and anything is possible.
So, are you prepared if there was nothing at all after the life you live and you died as all your family, friends, lovers and children cry at your funeral?

And if you lived to see the day, where would you be at the end of the world?