Dead man’s suitcase

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