Prologue

What is death?........I do not know. Is there a life after death?......

I don't really care.......

Was I ready to go?......No, I was not!

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What will you do if you are suddenly hit with the news that you are going to die? That the clock is ticking on your life and that you shall soon face the end of your existence?

Will you simply accept your destiny and let go of everything that you call life and meet death as it came? Or will you spend the rest of your days being angry at God, at fate, and at everything else that has more time than you do?

Or would you strive to keep fighting to live and to make the best of the small time frame left that leads you to the road of salvation before you take your last breath?

If I look at myself then I'd find a part of myself falling in all of the above categories except for one.

I was not ready to accept my destiny and let go unless I found my salvation, my solace.

I was still searching. Even though I was running out of time.

And I did not know how far it was going to be too far to fulfill the shred of desire left in me, a desire that I 'thought' was going to prepare me to 'let go'.

Of course, when I started on this insinuating journey, I had no idea of the stakes I'd have to cover and the price I'd have to pay when I finally reach my end.

What mattered to me was one thing, just one hope -- just one wish-- to reach him and touch him like no one ever did.

And I was prepared to do anything for it!

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