Many people who have died and come back say that they have seen light and felt absolute joy.
That's when fear is gone and all that is left is acceptance.
Death, the great reliever, for most, is the only time in this life when they are free.
Some uncover the moments of bliss under the tapestry of everyday life and try to remember them and in so - lose them and can't find them again; and judge themselves for it in despair.
To some the momentary revelation becomes an object without, to which they cling and lose their sense of connection to this physical realm or go mad.
Some are aware of all of the above and come every morning they have to find the courage to remember that the only time that miracles can happen is now.
And as there are those who can make themselves forget how to breathe only to experience the first breath again and weep.
And all of them are equally lucky.