Death is a hunter for some. For others, it's just another humiliation in this life, preventing them from being something worthwhile, shortening lifes time even further. But death is the moment when love manifests itself most. Love in the most clichéd form of purity, but love in the general sense, because as I said, I don't understand much about love (and for me, it's not a very important thing... but that's a topic for another day, hehe), a love that involves friendships, brotherhood, the simple yet grandiose solo presence, and even romantic and familial love. In the moment of loss , you realize how much you loved the presence of that departed being. In the moment of loss, you realize how much you loved the presence of that departed being. How artistic they were with their way of speaking, bringing harmony to your family or just to you, moving, etc. And then, you begin to carry that being's life with you, immortalizing their existence. Life and death are th...
when you give up
after a few attempts.
It's annoying when you get excited about something, like a dream about to come true, or you're just starting out in the first stages, only to not succeed the first time. Then, your hope and your lifelong plans are shattered all at once, and every time an objection to your intentions (whether good or bad) appears, you lose your will and give up again. Some heavy work (or what seems heavy) comes along, and you end up trembling with laziness or exhaustion just imagining all the work it will entail, only much more so, or someone gives you too many details for something new, and you can't even absorb it all because you can't appreciate failure.
Of course, you should allow yourself to feel this hatred and a certain frustration about things, complaining and all that. But one thing you have to carry with you in life is to never give things a sober "meaning." Obviously, this is strange, but if you see failure as the end of the line that prevents you from trying again, life as something cruel and made for meaningless suffering will only give you headaches, dissatisfaction with your desires, and a literal urge to give up on your first attempts.Hope is something that is somewhat futile and weak but excellent for supporting persistence. A faint spark that gives strength and a little push to the beginning of more persistence, and then, the taste for failure as more chances to play with fate, as if you were a child assembling and disassembling (and destroying) Play-Doh, with a strong desire to swallow and chew that colorful and gray mass at the same time.
Life isn't perfect; who can say about the precision of your choices and actions in achieving a dream?
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