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.