I cast myself from the tallest mountain not because depression riddled my mind and not because I hated my existence, but rather because I grow weary of this life and hold high regard for the next. The way down was not as I expected. My stomach was tight, not with suspense or adrenaline, but with anticipation for the journey into my next life. I wasn't sure where the next "life" would be. Whether it be Heaven, Hell, or would I be reincarnated into another life symmetrical to my old one. Would I even be human? Will I be fully able or disabled? These were the questions that were plaguing my mind.
I had been falling for what seemed like an eternity, unable to tell if my sweet release would soon be upon me.  I hadn't planned for my life to end this way, but I suppose that no one is able to know how their death will be.  I wonder who will be waiting for me on the other side. I guess the Grim Reaper is the popular answer, but I still couldn't wrap my mind around the thought that the Angel of death would be waiting for me, almost anticipating my arrival. We shall soon see.
I am getting closer to the bottom now. Anxiety has now taken over my body and I am slowly starting to regret my choice. "It will pass" I keep telling myself truly unsure if I believe this or not. I can't quite remember why I grew sick of my life. Perhaps it was all the hate that had made the soul and mind of all men its home. The greedy entrepreneurs or the heartless politicians were also worthy reasons. Racism plagued those put in charge of guarding us, destroying innocent lives solely because of physical difference, this was probably the biggest reason why I grew so disgusted with this world, unable to truly understand their reasoning to commit such heinous crimes. Soon these problems will no longer lie on my doorstep.
Finally I hit the bottom, my fleshy existence now splattered all over the side of the unsuspecting mountain. I am free, truly and undoubtedly free. My soul lies neither in Heaven nor Hell, but somewhere in between. There is no reaper, No sun, No moon, and no life. I am alone. A combination of fright, Caused by the unknown, And guilt now plague my mind and body. I can see into my old life through a portal that is within my grasp. All I see is my corpse cast over the rocks the laid at the bottom of the mountain.  Using all my might I reached through the portal grabbed hold of the unwanted abomination that was my life and walked through.
Here I am once again. I appear to be a ghost, although I take on the appearance of a living person. I can touch my resting body, soaked in blood and anguish. After taking some time to think, I left my body in its final resting place and began writing a letter on a piece of paper I left in my back pocket before I took the ultimate leap of faith. I returned through the portal after pillaging my dead body and began searching through my front pants pocket where I found a pen and thus began the telling of my story.
After unveiling the nature of my death onto the letter the sky ripped open and light made it’s was to the realm of man. A shadowy figure, now descending downwards towards me, emerged from the new found light. He landed before me and introduced himself as the Angel of death. I was riddled with shock and this spirit could see it in my face. Do not be afraid he said in a calm and soothing voice, for I am here to help you into the realm of the living once more.  I didn't know what to say. How to reply to these words was beyond my comprehension at that point. I finally mustered up a response. What if I refuse your offer I said firmly. Then live here in the In between for rest of your days. This was quite an unsettling place and I didn’t want to make it my home. What will my new life be like? I asked. You will start anew, with no memories of your past existence. Taking a brief moment to gather the new found results, I finally came to a conclusion. I will go, I will start anew as long as your promise to my forgotten memories reigns true. The angel said no more words. It began to ascend into the Heavens with which it came and light began to fade. The sky returned to normal when I felt a tremor rip across this unsettling land.  This is it, my new life is creeping closer and closer, and soon will be within my reach. Another tremor ripped across the land, and another, And another until finally they stopped. A bright light blinded me and almost within the same instant I heard a big bang. My new life had begun.
A millennia has passed since I cast myself over the mountain. Since I experienced death and the angel, who had promised me new life. It had kept its word and I now reside in the clouds watching over the new generation of man. They know of my existence, or so they believe, and pray constantly that I watch over them and provide good fortune. I am happy with my new life and never would have expected something as grand and as life changing to happen to someone like me. I had recently created a son who bares the image of man and sent him to guide the humans into the direction they constantly and consistently have prayed for me to guide them into. I have made the decision of letting them name him whatever they feel fit. I hope he leads them into the direction they are in dire need of. I have done all that I could for the humans. I have provided the tools necessary for their survival. Now all there is left to do is to wait. I believe they can do it. I know they can do it, for I have faith in them.