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Life is a set of words that tries to describe in paragraphs the history of each one of us, with pronouncements full of certainties and successes.
Although the success and those certainties are wrong, we live rewriting our walk in each awakening, because nothing is really the same yesterday, because the time that passes during our existence predetermines us to live as if only today existed, because simply yesterday is like an offense expressed without consequences, like a mirror that we break, because although we would like to repair what happened, nothing can be identical before our actions.
Life is a footprint that is slowly treading and creating memories of that walk, in those who gave their time to allow us to install our need to Be.
Life has rules imposed by society, religion and justice that we must interpret and abide by according to our need to belong, which should not be so since the rules are to live socially civilized, although we can live without abiding by any rule and create an irrational state as an affront to the system, which inexorably would not exclude socially and we would become part of the irrational.
Life is an easy path to follow, although we generally complicate it when we start a personal war where we establish goals and achievements, because we forget what is essential not to get trapped in the game of the triumphalism of possessing, and in that need we even seek to possess other beings, for our personal satisfaction with the incentive of saying that we love and we need to feel loved, the constant appropriation of everything we desire inhibits us from understanding what it is to live and what it is to die.
Whoever fears death and feels or believes that it is the worst thing that could happen to us, has never understood what it is to live.
Life is not just a simple word that just by breathing we live, life is complex, because we also label it as unfair many times and in reality injustice is what we come to solve, on the other hand death is predetermined, and it is the certainty that we really have.
Dying is the corporal end point, not the total disappearance because we will leave memories, that in the existential day to day life have no validity, because we cannot go to yesterday while we are alive. If in the memory of those who preceded us.
Life is a small flame that radiates a light, many times that light is opaque, tenuous and almost incandescent and we live prisoners of that lack of luminosity and we are apathetic, negative, vengeful, resentful and unjust beings because we curse because we live, or because we believe that we were born to suffer and in reality suffering is what our mother lives when she gives birth to us and bears this pain with straightness for the simple reason of giving us existence.
That existence that goes in search of understanding that happiness and fullness are only temporary states, because without sacrifices, pains and sufferings we go after the conquest of a better luminosity that provides light in our looks and in our actions...