Jesus

Imagine Jesus is dying...

He's been walking all his life, taking the beatings, listening to people's pain. He refused to dig the comfort, the wealth. He refused to lie and to pretend for survival.
And he was happy.
He was happy because he believed that there is something else, something bigger and better.

...and so he is dying and he is all alone.
But he still believes that there is something. Something bigger and better.


And as he being crusified, somebody walk up to him and proves that he was wrong. Proves cut and clear with no point of return. And walks away. And leaves him to hang high up on the cross, on the mountain, untill he actually dies.
Dies with his new secret.

I wonder what was he thinking about in those three days.