IF YOU WERE TO DIE AND YOU ARE GIVING A CHANCE TO DO WHAT IT PLEASE YOU, WHAT WILL YOU DO?

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If I were to die and I am giving a chance to do few things that pleased me, I will walk to the lover of my life, the one with whom my heart is too fond of, the one with whom my heart is well pleased with to be the mother of my children, the one with whom despite the billions of ladies on earth I have chosen, the one who made me believe that the beautiful ones are now born, yes! That is the one I will walk to, I will look into her eyes, not only that I will look into her eyes, I will hold her hands and sigh heavily then I will smile gently and say "even in my next generation" I will choose you" I believe she will be happy to hear that, I also believe she will smile at me, I will smile back at her and say " thanks for being my soul mate, thanks for replacing my long lost rib, thanks for finding me worthy to be your chosen one despite the number of people on earth. After that I will walk to my friends and say " I would have missed if I have not chosen you all as friends, without you life would have been boring and meaningless, not only that I will say that to them, I will shake hands with them, wine and dine with them, I will hug each of them happily then I will leave for my enemies, if at all I have. I will look at them sadly and say: " life would have been better for the slothful without you, the world would have been a better place for the slothful without you, things would have been so easy for the slothful without you, life would have been sweeter than honey comb for the slothful without you. You have made everything harder for the slothful, then I will whisper enquiringly: " but you see people like me? You have made me stronger, you made me fearless, even in my next generation I will be expecting you so as you can make me stronger".

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