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...
I don't have any religion, but I still enjoy listening to the stories and even reflecting on them sometimes. In fact, one of the things I always think about when it comes to God is this idea of making everyone special, with unseen or unpredictable destinies. If you think about this sometimes or often call on God, I'd love to discuss it with you.If for God we are unique and each of us has a different destiny, what does God gain from this? What does this "mission" add to the existence of this "being"? Comment below on the blog! The " soul ," the essence of a being, is a copy of another being; it's not perfect. A sculpture of blood is meant to be a unique creation, definitely divine, because when it comes to God, it makes sense to me that we are pieces of him, each personality or form of him, making "him" also imperfect and his existence. A paradox that can still expand to something beyond it. The unknown is not impossible to know, ...