If I die today, and you never get to see me again, don't think that it was unfortunate for me to die so quick. Instead, think about what a blessing it was that I got to live all the years I lived. If you don't find me when I am struggling for my final breath, know that it wasn't hard for me knowing that I am dying. So don't make it hard for yourself to accept the fact that I died. Know that I didn't think of all the miseries life dragged me into, but of sunsets, sky, birds, trees and people, and how they made my heart leap up to be thankful that I got to experience them even in an infinitesimal possibility. If I am no more there tomorrow, keep me safe in a corner of your memories, and cherish me alive at least in you, think of me when you watch the sun go down the horizon, or when stars show periodicity in their patterns. And when you behold the autumn sky in the night, know that this very state of sky once gave me the feeling of being insignificant and yet special,...