Today I write about death, the heavy and menacing sharp sword hanging over our heads attached to a wire stretched thin ... amount that inevitably end up falling by putting an end to our life.
started dying from the moment we are born, and yet we strive to imagine eternal, to think we are immortal, constantly cover our eyes to the intense brightness of the scythe.
We invent gods, and even religions that promise wonderful paradise, we even killed for our beliefs without knowing with certainty the final result of our actions, motivated by faith instilled, never proven, to which we must lose our heads to which we have no arguments because, after all, or believe or die, that simple ... "Poor fool walking along a trail and open and not trying to open his own ."
We are taught that death is the result of a sin when it is actually the result of life because life would not exist without dying all the time ... trying to get away from that nasty edge that terrifies us, smell us wrong, we are disgusted, and during that attempt did not we realize that whatever we do our final destination is in a dark and lonely grave.
And we will die but do not pretend, we will die no matter the religion we profess, how old we are, life we \u200b\u200blive, how happy or sad we are ... we will die for the simple fact of being alive. Not worth complaints, no regrets or desires worth intense and good wishes ... one day, sometime, somewhere, alone or in company, our eyes are closed forever and our consciousness ceases to exist.
" Oh! Ironies of life because I pray that when that time comes I can tell myself: I'm still my own and my conscience. "
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