They are the brave ones

On some occasions in my life, I have been able to read and listen when some people say that age is a state of mind. I do not want to raise diatribes with my contrary opinion but today I bring a reflection moved by a very sad situation that I read in the networks.

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Sometimes the mind, of those of us who are over 60 years old, makes us think that we can do many things using our best effort, and only with that, we will succeed. I keep thinking that in a way it is true. The mind is our best ally, the mind gives us the optimism, and the endorphins necessary to stimulate our body to go ahead in its greatest effort.

Only sometimes we must prepare our body depending on that great event we intend to perform. An example of this is if we want to participate in a day of exercises different from what we are already used to, we must prepare our body for the adrenergic discharge that we will endure while we practice.

Likewise, if we think of subjecting the body to a walk or exercise different from what we are used to, we know that this task must be progressive, constant, and effective.

Our mind with the necessary stimulus will help us to make this task easier and easier to reach the goal. When we think that we will make a big effort and that our body is going to support it without having made adequate preparation, it is there when we can, in some cases of life, end up suffocating and even lose our lives.

I have read how people, some young, others not so young, and some even of more than 50 years, have wanted to overlook this requirement to opt to be an effective winner. I have read how these people just with the great desire to get to another place, to another region, to another country, where they are supposed to get a better level or quality of life, have lost everything, and have even died in the attempt.

My country has been going through a situation of migration of its inhabitants to other latitudes for many years. The people who have made it have said that in one way or another, they made a hard journey.

Some through jungles, others through rivers, storms, and droughts and I even have a friend who left all his belongings on the way because his body could not stand the drop in temperature in the environment. He was on the verge of dying of cold if someone else had not offered him a helping hand.

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Sometimes we want or have optimism, and we have the adrenergic discharge, but sometimes the reality is different. I don't know what will go through the minds of those people in their last moments, in those moments of facing adversities, in those moments when they realize that they are losing their energy.

When they realize that their mind wants more but their body is already exhausted and cannot, those moments when they decide to stay and abandon their dream to die.

To those people so determined, so rootless, and undeniably brave, who decided to make that journey in the dark. Crossing adversities that they were not allowed to overcome, that life did not allow them to beat, for them my blessings. For them my words of prayer in my daily life. I pray to God for the eternal rest of their souls, and for their new life in the Lord. That wherever they are, they will have achieved the peace so longed for, but so different from the one they initially proposed.

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