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A man died...
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When he realized it, he saw God coming closer with a suitcase in his hand.
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Dialog between God and Dead Man:
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God: Alright son, it¡¦s time to go
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Man: So soon? I had a lot of plans...
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God: I am sorry but, it¡¦s time to go
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Man: What do you have in that suitcase?
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God: Your belongings
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Man: My belongings? You mean my things... Clothes... money...
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God: Those things were never yours, they belong to the Earth
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Man: Is it my memories?
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God: No. They belong to Time
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Man: Is it my talent?
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God: No. They belong to Circumstance
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Man: Is it my friends and family?
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God: No son. They belong to the Path you travelled
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Man: Is it my wife and children?
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God: No. they belong to your Heart
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Man: Then it must be my body
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God: No No... It belongs to Dust
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Man: Then surely it must be my Soul!
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God: You are sadly mistaken son. Your Soul belongs to me.
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Man with tears in his eyes and full of fear took the suitcase from the God's hand and opened it...
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EMPTY!!
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With heartbroken and tears down his cheek he asks God...
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Man: I never owned anything?
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God: That¡¦s Right. You never owned anything.
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Man: Then? What was mine?
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God: your MOMENTS.
Every moment you lived was yours.
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Life is just a Moment.
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LIVE IT.
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LOVE IT.
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ENJOY IT.
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