It could not possibly be my time! Not this early in my life, when I've barely lived!
What of all the loved ones I would be leaving behind? All the things that I cherish most would be cast away into a chasm of mortal instruments and creations simply existing to please the feeble minds of man.
As I lay there bleeding, stealing energy from my surroundings to breathe superfluously, I thought of my fragile heart.
Oh, how it would break if I left this earth! Shattering, broken pieces with jagged edges tearing my soul as if it were marabout.
And my eyes would ache for the beauty of Earth and nature lying now before me.
However, these images are brisk and can no longer be held by my vision. A light of golden appearance instead shows itself so that I may marvel at its glory. Matin chiming fills my soul and I feel rejuvenated, refurbished...renewed. A choir of angels in white raiment sings with the empowerment of euphoria, satiating me with an emotion prompting me to forever listen.
I no longer felt the petty mortal need to breathe. Instead, song was my oxygen, music my supply of life. To me, this was more life than my previous state; in fact, I am sure that I was formerly dead!
Now I was ready. The man before me gently took my hands and guided me towards the sky. I didn't dare look back at my lifeless body for I knew there was no need, and doing so would bring me no consolation.
This was my home now.
And as the doors to Heaven opened and the young man ushered me inside with all good intent, the angels' voices rose. And I sung with them, making known my happiness to every being in this new Earth.
I was blind, but now I see.
I am Home.