I was running. I was mad, mad with the happiness, mad with the feeling so elevating that through my run, my soul was urging to launch into a flight to soar into the heavens, to the presence of my Lord!

I was panting. I was not tired, not tired because of the happiness, not tired of the ways of the world anymore, as I ceased to care about that anymore.

I was crying. I was confident, confident because of the happiness, confident that these are the only tears I will ever cry now, as I had ceased to observe pain and depression.

I was smiling. I was enlightened, enlightened because of the happiness, enlightened enough to understand that this would be my last run ever.

I was living. I was breathing, breathing with happiness, breathing my last breath ever.

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