The Sun was setting behind the rocky mountain summit, painting everything its rays touched into a glimmering shine of the day's goodbye. Everything slowed down; even the clouds froze, respecting the moment. Everything felt like goodbye, and that's exactly what it was for him. An unwelcome, but long waited for goodbye. He smelled the air, trying to feel it as strongly as ever, trying to remember it fully and profoundly, although he knew it will all be forgotten soon. Maybe somehow these memories will follow me, he thought. Maybe the way you go determines your next destination. It was a nice, comforting thought but, there was no way to know.

In the end, your final breaths strip you from anything but your true self. There is no role-playing, no pretending, no ego… just pure, honest you, whatever that might be. Another comforting thought, at least for him. Earth moved a bit more and exposed more of its night side to the sun, allowing this one to drown in its own darkness and give a chance to other stars, at least for the night. They were small and distant, but they turned the night sky into something magnificent, something worth waiting for; an amazing theatre of Chaos and Order that never ceased to amaze, at least those few aware enough to look up from time to time. He came here to die; he wanted his last breaths to feel this mountain air he loved so much. He wanted to see the stars and feel the breeze on his face as the healthy cells of his body surrender to the sick ones.

People struggle and fight to live; they instinctively protect that unknown force that tells us we are alive, but truthfully, most of us don't really know what the fight is about. Sure, we want to live, but why? What makes our lives so important? He didn't know the answer, not for sure, but he believed it has something to do with wonder. That was the feeling growing in him whenever he felt most alive. Wonder.
Looking up at the first stars of the night – wonder was again the strongest emotion he felt. He didn't believe in God, but seeing this much beauty, he believed in something. Chance couldn't create something so beautiful, that was the gist of his believes now.

Up here there were no crickets, no birds, nothing but the air, its movements and the sound it makes as it touches the ground around him. He could almost hear his own heartbeats and probably sometime soon, he will hear it stop.

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And a little something for all of you that feel lonely or lost at the moment - please, even at your worst moments, know that it WILL pass!!!
to everyone...
to everyone that smiled in the last 10 minutes