dreamer
24-07-2006, 08:02 PM
There was once a man who was about to die.
As he drew his final breathe his whole life replayed through his minds eye, recollections so lucid that he could smell the scent of his wife the first time he had kissed her, he could ruffle the hair of his son, he could talk to his parents and see the pride in their eyes when they looked at their beautiful son. In this moment that seemed to last a lifetime the man relived his life exactly as it had been, and he had sorrow in his heart as moments of anger and upset were replayed and he vowed that if he had his time again things would be different and that he would spend more energy on the things that were really important.
There was once a little baby who was about to be born.
As he awaited his first breathe his whole life to be was played through his minds eye, visions so lucid that he could smell the scent of his wife the first time he would kiss her, he could ruffle the hair of his future son, he could talk to his parents and see the pride in their eyes when they looked at their beautiful son. In this moment that seemed to last a lifetime the little baby lived his life exactly as it would be but his memory was new and the information would soon be lost as the struggle began.
There was once a young boy who had a feeling he had done this before, maybe in a dream, or a vision of the future or a recollection of the past or all three.
As he drew his final breathe his whole life replayed through his minds eye, recollections so lucid that he could smell the scent of his wife the first time he had kissed her, he could ruffle the hair of his son, he could talk to his parents and see the pride in their eyes when they looked at their beautiful son. In this moment that seemed to last a lifetime the man relived his life exactly as it had been, and he had sorrow in his heart as moments of anger and upset were replayed and he vowed that if he had his time again things would be different and that he would spend more energy on the things that were really important.
There was once a little baby who was about to be born.
As he awaited his first breathe his whole life to be was played through his minds eye, visions so lucid that he could smell the scent of his wife the first time he would kiss her, he could ruffle the hair of his future son, he could talk to his parents and see the pride in their eyes when they looked at their beautiful son. In this moment that seemed to last a lifetime the little baby lived his life exactly as it would be but his memory was new and the information would soon be lost as the struggle began.
There was once a young boy who had a feeling he had done this before, maybe in a dream, or a vision of the future or a recollection of the past or all three.