Like mushrooms that grow to look beautiful, like sunrises that mend your mind, like flowers that gives good fragrance, colour your life to the brightest one you find.
Now Picture a cold morning with dreadful things to come, picture a death bed that knows the end has come, picture yourself in regrets and now believe that the colours can paint the darkness, the colours can brighten your world and paint beautiful scenes right till its the end.
Not a believer? Try trusting your timid mind but make it tell once “I am fine” twice “I am fine” thrice “i am fine” and start believing that everything is alright, play the song in your head in a loop, close your eyes with no fear and look and only look at the brightest day you had, smile at your death, keep the pain away, and enter the sanctum of faith not in God, not in heaven, heck not even in hell but just yourself, your temple of happiness.
Knowing that your are suffering and knowing that everything is not alright is alright, let it go, you were not made for success as you see but you were created for being happy. Believe that trying to die in peace is only thing what you could do. At the end its all that anybody could do.