I have always been a romantic dreamer. I was two when I first fantasised about something memorable and realistic. Gigantic castles with armed guards, raining treats, fairy floss clouds, a never ending supply of toys and a huge bed made of millions of feathers floating just slightly above the soft clouds. When I was five, I found out the perfect title to my repetitive, yet ever still extraodinary mysterious dreams. It was also the name of the first picture book I read. Heaven. I was amazed and curious to find more about the magical world living right above us.
Although everyone knew me as the "Space Cadet" who was only interested but in heaven all my life, no one supported my strong belief; not even my best friend. When we both turned sixteen, he would always say to me in that sarcastic tone, "you should get on with your life and be searching for a hot chick, not day dreaming about where you're going to end up after you die." I still wasn't convinced to give up. I guess most of my strong motivation comes from the past of my childhood memories. Both my parents were killed in a violent earthquake when I was only 3 months old. Luckily, I was protected under the most firm section of the roof in a corner where it held steady. My aunt had found me and raised me since then; I loved her like my own mother. As soon as I was able to comprehend, she told me the unfortunate story and said to me in her gentle voice, "don't worry, dear, your mum and dad is up there in a peaceful place called Heaven, watching over us, especially you. They are your guardian angels and they will always be there for you no matter what happens." I believed her as much as I believed myself.
Three years later on my Birthday, I found myself holding a piercing blade pointing towards my heart. It was the worst and most sickening New Year I've ever had. My best mate, and only friend, had suicide because of depression. As if this didn't drive me crazy enough, my aunt passed away the following week. On the very day I wanted to suicide, I discovered I had cancer from the coughing of blood, great loss of hair and my unusal over tired body every day. My tolerance lost the battle. I was alone. I was depressed with no one to look after me, no love, no money, no food...not even a warm smile anymore. And I was going to die. I wanted to die immediately. There wasn't any point in living anyway since I'd have to die sooner of later and my life was technically lifeless.
A week later
As I travelled up the last of the steep slopes up the majestic mountain, I thought about my decision carefully for the 19th time in the peaceful silence of the wildlife. I felt confident, proud and grateful. I was glad I didn't kill my unbelievably fast skipping heart on my Birthday. I was grateful as my tolerance eventually reutrned and I decided that I should give myself one last chance to enjoy the true meaning of life and find my way to my dream. Goal:Travel up a mountain that could reach the clouds. Die there. That was my goal. Dumb but worth it. I came to the conclusion that my parents must've had a serious and sensible reason to take away the most important people left in my life. And now they're taking me away too. No. They knew my time was up and wants to send me up there for some incredible good reason...well, it better be. No... I'm certain. it is. With this conclusion, I believed I could still spend my time wisely while I still have the chance to stay on Earth before I bid farewell. I wanted to see Heaven from this magnificant planet...and so I did. I remembered the painful days of my journey up to Earth's Heaven nearly made me give up...but I was determined and with the help of more and more breathtaking scenes coming into view as I climbed higher, my motivation grew stronger. The flora and fauna made my head spin 360 degrees. I was simply amazed by such beautiful nature and that made my legs keep on moving automatically. When I finally reached the mountain top, I couldn't breathe. No, it wasn't because of my illness. It was the World. No one could ever describe how stunning Earth's Heaven was. No...it was just like MY Heaven from the very first time I visited it in my dream 17 years ago. I could tell I was wide eyed for a very long time with my strainging eye muscles and without even reaslising, tears as large as golf balls ran down my cheeks uncontrollably. It was incredible. And I'll never forget that moment when my whole body froze on top of that mountain. I cherish it. I reached my goal, found my dream, died then entered a new world on that very day on that unique habitat filled with sparks of life...And here I am now...in Heaven.
The End
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