Choose Dust

A few years have passed since I decided to die. By now, I've given all I have to the earth, and what is left are just my bones. So I made my bones become really fine dust. After a while of being dust, the rain washed away enough of the soil, that I found myself in rivers, streaming into the ocean. I sank deeper, and in the end I became just a bit of sand. But eventually, the planet became warmer. So the water disappeared. It got so warm this time, that even my sand started to burn.

I didn't notice that it's been so long, that the sun also decided to die now. It grew so big, that it burned the whole planet. It was around this time that I became space dust, scattered everywhere. My specks of dust went in different directions. At one point, even the atoms inside my dust particles started to split. They kept going, and going. I looked around, and it seemed like everything else was going too. The universe expanded so much, that everything started to fall apart. My atoms, for example, started to fall apart too — an electron here, a neutron there. It was happening everywhere. It was hard to tell who was who.

Time kept going too. At one point, I couldn't tell what was me, and what was the universe. Most of me dissolved into heat or light. So I'm somewhere but not sure where. Then it dawned on me. I am basically one with everything. It's in that moment that I actually changed my mind. I don't want to die anymore. Instead, I'm just going to be one with everything while I'm still alive.