A man died...

When he realized it

he saw God coming closer with a suitcase in his hand.

Dialog between God and Dead Man:

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ߺ ϵ۵ ζԻ

God: Alright son, it s time to go

Man: So soon? 

I had a lot of plans...

God: I am sorry but, it s time to go

ϵۣ ˣ ӣ ߰ɡ

ˣ ߣ ô 죿 һ кܶ ƻ û

ϵۣ ܱ Ǹ ʱ 䵽

Man: What do you have in that suitcase?

God: Your belongings

ˣ ʲô

ϵۣ

Man: My belongings? You mean my things... Clothes... money...

God: Those things were never yours, they belong to the Earth

ˣ ҵ  ˼ ҵĶ · Ǯ...

ϵۣ Щ Ͳ ģ ڵ

Man: Is it my memories?

God: No. They belong to Time

ˣ ҵļ

ϵۣ ǡ ʱ 䡣

Man: Is it my talent?

God: No. They belong to Circumstance

ˣ ҵ 츳

ϵۣ ǡ ھ

Man: Is it my friends and family?

God: No son. They belong to the Path you travelled

ˣ ҵ Ѻͼ ˣ

ϵۣ ӣ ߹ ;

Man: Is it my wife and children?

God: No. they belong to your Heart

ˣ ҵ Ӻͺ ǣ

ϵۣ ġ

Man: Then it must be my body

God: No No... It belongs to Dust

ˣ ôһ ҵ 塣

ϵۣ ڳ

Man: Then surely it must be my Soul!

God: You are sadly mistaken son. 

Your Soul belongs to me.

ˣ һ ҵ ꣡

ϵۣ ȫ

Man with tears in his eyes and full of fear took the suitcase from the God's hand and opened it...

ۺ ˮ ־ ش ϵ нӹ 䡭

EMPTY!!

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With heartbroken and tears down his cheek he asks God...

Man: I never owned anything?

棬 ϵۡ

ˣ Ҵ ûӵ й κζ

hat s Right. You never owned anything.

Man: Then? What was mine?

ϵۣ ǵġ û ӵ й κζ

ߣ ô ʲô ҵ أ

God: your MOMENTS.  Every moment you lived was yours.

ϵۣ ÿһ ˲ 䣬 ʱ ÿһ ˲ 䶼 ġ

Life is just a Moment.....

һ ˲ ......

LIVE IT. 

LOVE IT. 

ENJOY IT.

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