No what ifs, only what is.

You're on your deathbed,

By yourself but not alone.

Able to see but blind to the world around you.

Able to hear but deaf to everything but your inner voice.

Able to feel but numb to everything but your astral body.

You now face a door,

Once opened, transitions you into the new existence,

Constructed by your present choices.

Before such an existence begins,

Your present existence must end.

The door to your present existence is closing,

Slowly...

Gently, as your eye skims through your life,

Every moment,

Every emotion,

Every thought,

Every choice,

From resurrection, to this very moment...

This is the end of your days here.

What do you feel?

What are your thoughts?

This is what shapes the actions,

That shapes the continuation of your journey.

As one door closes, another door opens.