Dying has never been easy for any human being, at least the humans beings that I met in my life.  The idea of leaving the world, the know world, for exploring the unknown without any guarantees of the existence of that world is very scaring. We’re humans, and as humans we feel safe inside an environment that we can understand. We also feel scared of the idea of leaving our facilities and, of course, our loved ones.

By the way, I should say since now that I can’t tell you how is the beyond. Not just because I’m not allowed to, it’s also because this is not so interesting. Trust me, after a while, you get bored. At least I get really bored in this place. It’s beautiful, I can tell, but I think that depends. She doesn’t want to tell me what this place, so I have many questions, as you have in the earth. I believe that this is not all, that there’s more. I believe that the good people go somewhere, and the bad people go to other places. I can’t say I was a good person when I was alive, but I wasn’t that bad. I never killed someone, I never hurt anyone, I never harm anyone but myself. You see, I wasn't happy. I didn’t wanted to live, but I didn’t wanted to die neither. Finally, after many years of pure suffering in the land of God, I found the way of being dead when you’re still alive: drugs. I was somewhere else all the time, in a better place. But, with the better place inside my head, it wasn’t enough. I’ve never been such a conformist person. I complained too much and, now that I have time to think, I understand that my life wasn’t as bad as I though.