At the end of this smog smeared path lays a promised destiny. A paradise that is beyond this world. With each step I take on this path forged by fate, I am brought closer to this oasis. I can barely contain myself as my pace begins to quicken along the road. I find myself cutting through the mist that lays in my way as if I were using a knife.

My surroundings as I continue to walk are as beautiful as the place I am heading. The wind hums a soothing and soft tone while it dances through the leaves of the drooping willow trees. The sky above is vibrant blue and the clouds are pillows way up high with the sun beaming through them.

But as I continue, the area surrounding me doesn’t stay as nice. The clouds transform from pillows to dark grey boulders shielding the sun. The wind’s song has turned from a harmonious melody to a dark symphony. The path beneath my feet is creaking with each step I take and as I get closer to my final destination, the noise gets louder.

I begin to lose the skip in my step and the chipper spirit I was in vanishes. The mist that lays in my path has grown thicker and more abundant, almost completely blocking the view even just 2 inches from my face. I desperately thread my way through the bellowing smoke.

Just as I start to think I’ll be in this bubble of smoke forever, I see a blinding light.

I’m here.

Right before I reach the towering gates of this destination, a powerful wind sweeps over. It roars like a fierce tiger and pounces on me like one as well. It makes me lose my footing and moments later, I’m at the edge of this winding path, hanging 1000 foot in the air with only one arm supporting me.

My finger begins to slip and I feel the ground calling my name as it pulls me down.

Normally, I would be scared in this situation. But you see, I’m not scared of death.

I’m not scared of death because I’m already dead.

This wasn’t just any path, it was the path to Heaven.