Short story - The void | El vacío [ENG/ESP]

And there he was standing in what was supposed to be the void, he raised an eyebrow asking himself "Is this supposed to be emptiness?", he himself could not tell if he felt disappointed or did not particularly feel anything, do not misunderstand, he had liked being alive, life with its ups and downs treated him well, and he had enjoyed it, but he hoped that when he died he could simply rest, that there would be nothing, what a surprise to see that the void he expected was not a void, but was a place, he could verify that what people say is true, that from nothing, nothing comes and that even nothing, is something.

He looked around him, it was a kind of area similar to a desert, he thought whether to walk to see what else he could find but in the end he decided to stay right there, actually his questioning feeling dissipated soon, he was just there, and it did not feel bad to be there, rather he felt a great tranquility, that was his home now.

Y ahí estaba el parado en lo que se suponía que era el vacío, levanto una ceja preguntándose así mismo "¿Esto se supone que es la nada?", el mismo no sabría decir si se sentía decepcionado o no sentía particularmente nada, no lo malentiendan, le había gustado estar vivo, la vida con sus altos y bajos lo trato bien y él la había disfrutado, pero esperaba que al morir simplemente pudiera descansar, que no hubiese nada, vaya sorpresa al ver que el vacío que esperaba no era un vacío, sino que estaba en un lugar, pudo comprobar eso que dicen que de la nada, nada viene y que incluso nada, es algo.

Miro a su alrededor, era una especie de área similar a un desierto, pensó si caminar a ver que más podría encontrar, pero al final decidió quedarse ahí mismo, realmente su sensación de cuestionamiento se disipó pronto, simplemente estaba ahí y no se sentía mal estarlo, más bien se sentía una gran tranquilidad, ese era su hogar ahora.