It was just before lunch, and I was trying to set up a quick Zoom meeting with my teammates. I sent out the invites, waited a few seconds, then tried pinging them—no one replied. I even dropped a message in our group chat. Still, nothing. I checked my WhatsApp to distract myself and saw that I’d just uploaded a new status—normally someone would have viewed it within minutes, but this time, it showed zero views.
I frowned.
That was odd.
I glanced around, puzzled by the silence.
Feeling a little uneasy, I stepped out of my cabin and walked toward the common workspace. I called out to a colleague passing by, but… he just walked past me. Didn’t even look. I tried again, this time a little louder, but no response. No eye contact. Nothing.
It was like I wasn’t even there.
Like I had just… vanished.
What had happened?
Am I dead?
Really??
Is this what death feels like?
Just as I began typing something on my laptop—still confused, still questioning what was happening—someone suddenly shook me by the shoulders.
I jolted awake. For a second, I didn’t know where I was.
The room, the voices, the sound of keyboards clacking—it all came rushing back. I was in my office.
It had all been a dream.
A colleague stood next to me, slightly amused and slightly concerned.
“Wake up, dude! Your system’s been pinging nonstop!” he laughed.
As I woke up, I felt a sharp pain in my neck. It was a bit difficult to move—seemed like I had twisted it. I looked at my peer and gave a soft smile, one filled with both embarrassment and confusion.
I glanced at my laptop screen—there were several messages on Teams, and I immediately rushed to reply to all of them.
Again, my daydreaming and the chatter in my mind began analyzing the whole situation.
Actually, dreams are just the shapes our thoughts take. When you feel lonely, ignored, or emotionally overwhelmed, your mind transforms those feelings into vivid dreams.
Today, I had planned to write another story for my blog but hadn’t started yet.
There were countless thoughts swirling in my head, but this experience shaped them into something deeper.
What if life ends suddenly?
Just like that—everything left incomplete:
Your daily chores,
The promises you made,
Plans to meet friends this weekend,
Important work pending…
You can’t really say, “I’ve completed everything, I’m ready to die now.”
Death doesn’t work that way. It comes on its own time.
But isn’t it terrifying to imagine what everything looks like after you’re gone?
I found myself imagining—what if I died while working?
How would my work desk look?
Everything open—
Half-eaten food,
Unsent emails,
Unread messages…
Oh wow.
Just imagine…
Would it really be peaceful when we die?
Would it truly be?
That journey—yet to begin—holds all the answers about the afterlife.
I’m laughing now.
We keep suppressing ourselves, living with stress and pressure—for what?
If death comes in the middle of it all, everything will be left incomplete.
All this rush to meet deadlines,
The anger we carry for people who delay our work,
The silence we choose when loved ones don’t call us back…
Can’t we just pause for a moment?
Just stop everything and feel what’s going on around us,
Like a soul that has left the body—observing, not reacting.
I think that’s all I was trying to do in my dream—
Slow down.
Be present.
Live mindfully.
Enjoy each moment.
Because the truth is,
We’re running out of time.
