The life we onced lived, the life I once lived; there's a dominant possibility that nobody gets the chance to live those time again. Life is such, filled with regrets, full of negativity. At those times when we fail to see the good in the bad, and end up tripping over mistakes made.

So we look forth. Ahead.

Life and death - inevitable. One loses another to the cluthes of God's judgement, one loses another (most often unexpectedly). Life remains brittle. Yet death seems vague now. That clear vivid vision and experience of losing life to immortality seems to fade as each day passes. Sometimes, I would hear myself screaming at the back of my brain. Screaming for company, to cure loneliness; screaming for love, to heal hurt, and perhaps, allow time to gradually lift all negativity up.

We arrive in God's hands, and we depart in them. There would be no treasure besides love that every single one of us will bring to the life after death; to God's ultimate judgement.

All ambitions and worldly material to a zilch.