Everything in this world is stale.

Be it happiness, sadness, grief, anger, self-doubt, and every emotion thinkable are all stale.

The first experience will always be the best, after those experiences, it all becomes stale and repetitive.

That was until I died.

Death was beautiful, it was unparalleled. The memories that are stored flash through me as my body thinks of a way to survive.

It was simply the most beautiful thing I have ever felt.