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Death is equal to love (Quite equal)

   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...

Whats makes you real?

  This restlessness of not feeling like you belong is a broken perfection that leads you to believe that only by having a title, a world, and a meaning will you be worthy of being alive. It's not just young people just starting out in life who suffer from this and feel an insufficiency in their own bodies, but also adults who often feel lonely or whose "responsible" life is so heavy that a great uncertainty about one's own performance begins to grow to an abnormal level. Then, a distortion of reality creeps into your head, a feeling that nothing is right. Thus begins the journey of unintentionally escaping your own nature and world to fit into another that doesn't belong to you, much less your dignity . Surrendering to a perfection that doesn't give you pleasure or satisfaction is what completely shatters your sense of your actions, your thoughts, etc. Trying to fit into a world that doesn't belong to you transforms you into another being, not something ...

You shall not carry the madness of the universes you have borned from

   The world is strange, but even that definition doesn't exist. This is the paradox of life . Yet many insist that there is something "strictly" specific, not something logically specific. Typically, these people who live in cycles of "behaving" in this reality end up passing this madness on to others born from this " small universe ." It's worth considering that all those who preach insignificant worlds usually can't stand their own world, and so they think this is being "strong" and realistic. Strong in humiliating yourself and being humiliated by the whole world. It's one thing to be religious or to believe completely in some "law" or something like that and still know that you shouldn't follow ideas that undermine someone else's dignity or your own. It's another to agree with absolutely everything, to be afraid, or simply to no longer belong in your own body, and your dignity or someone else's hono...

The imperfect mathematics of human anatomy

  Reality is neither certain nor mathematically correct. Human reality has been shaped by the expectation of perfection and failure , of insignificance . But even those with the greatest status and the greatest physical and athletic achievements cannot achieve self-satisfaction . Life's sphinx makes them question whether they are truly beautiful and worthy enough to exist in this vast world. Yet, they have yet to find meaning in their lives. Life sometimes will lose sense, this is normal, but perfection is an ungrateful muse that turns you into a maniac with your own mistakes and failures, a being who will never find the ecstasy of perfection, and therefore, the meaning of perfection . Humans are a bizarre beauty , as is the mystery of life . But not designed to perfection, especially for creatures that already fail with perfection in the beginning, thinking that perfection is the only sense to our existence.

Maturity is not losing innocence

            Maturity is what makes you laugh at your failures , savor them with a certain nostalgia, and have a sense of your progress in life or in anything from the simplest and silliest to the most complex, and it also makes you realize that your limits do not define you. Innocence is only lost when you allow, too abruptly and as a reflex of affliction, your pain to command your heart and mind, setting you on a path of needing to feel superior or a priority, avenged, or not allowing others to laugh at your failures, fears, or anything else. Maturity teaches you to separate traumatic moments from tedious or simple ones and teaches you that even anger is an instrument of inspiration and strength, but only when the enemy or problem is truly something that needs to be addressed.   And, contrary to what people think, maturity doesn't bring authority by itself; it depends even more on how you react to the world around you, your patience with others' mis...