Life If you’d know that tomorrow you are going to die, what would you do? Getting over the moments of despair, over the frustration that finally, for the first time, you feel yourself human, mortal and not infinite. How would you react? I know, it is difficult to live in one day your entire life, and it is also difficult to put order between your thoughts and the natural pushes you to get scared and feel puny. And yet? What would be the first thing that would come into your mind? The idea of having only “the rest of our lives” at our disposal makes us at least to try, if not actually put it into practice, to live our life differently. To make things that we usually forget about. Small things, simple things, which most of the time are vital for the soul. Things that are stolen by the routine and that are thrown somewhere in a drawer which we open only when somebody else’s light is turned off. Someone we know. It’s a shame to forget every time that we have only one life. And the “rest of the life” idea is just an illusion, a beautiful illusion, which doesn’t guarantee us that “there is more left”, but only that “we are now”. As well as you can’t predict when the wind will blow. You can’t make a prediction and you can’t even resist it. You can only accept it and feel it. The same thing happens with life itself. We are machines. Machines placed in the service of self and of the soul and that are having a mission, no matter how poetic or esoteric this may sound, the mission to be happy. Whatever that means. I look around me and I remain stunned for good hours when I observe how the lives of some people whose “rest” was or it supposed to be “a lot”…end suddenly, brutally and nonsensical. I can’t understand how life can “yell” inside of a young being at one moment and in the next one, few hours later, that person becomes only a brick in the wall. A picture and a broken machine that has already teleported its energy to who knows which dimensions. These are the moments in which I feel a huge desire spiced up with helplessness of trying to turn back time and ask the same question: “If you’d know that your life was about to end in the next day, what would you’ve changed? What would you’ve done differently?” It is true that is in my nature to get affected by these kinds of things, to feel regret and think again at the fact that the only moment in which we are truly alive is when we are in the air: when we jump, when we fly and when we love. And even so: how many of us have the courage to make any of these things for good? We are scared to jump so we won’t get hurt when we touch the ground, I don’t even want to mention about flying because we have been taught that plains are heavy and dangerous and they can kill us and, love hurts. And then? What do we have to do? Just wait to get to that day before of the moment in order to receive the question? It would be a shame and also too late. So how about starting “since yesterday” to live every day at its full capacity, trying to be happy, to fly whatever that would mean and to love. Especially to love. Oh, and from time to listen a bit to what this quotation has to transmit: “In the end, it won’t matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away.”
Posted on: Sat, 09 Nov 2013 23:47:46 +0000
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