Transitioning at last.

I have given up on this existence, but not on existing itself.

I do not know what comes next, I can only speculate.

Perhaps, you go simply wherever you believe you’ll go. Perhaps you become a ghost for some time. Perhaps you ascend into a different reality. Perhaps you merge with the light.All seems good to me.

My action is a terribly selfish one. But one cannot live on parental love alone.