When life end, is there really something after ? Or is it all a big dream, one from which you will never awoke.
I do believe there is something, or else why would i be able to experience all this ? Is it really a dream, of a fiction come true ?
My life ended, once. But, i lived again.
How ?
I don't know.
Why ?
I don't know.
Was it worth it ?
Sometimes yes.
What about the other times ?
Maybe ? Life is worth it when you experience everything it has. So, i guess all the pain was worth it. After all, i made my life great, so great i find it worth writing about it. Sharing everything i can. This, is how i felt, what i have done, what made me proud. Proud of who i was, and proud of what i've become.
Every story got an end, and this story got one too.
The story where i became a hero.