We all die, but few live
All people die... However, not all of us live...
I've seen a lot of dead people out there, walking, wandering...
And there are those who die in life.
Many let themselves die, their spirit dies, their soul suffers and they experience a premature death that lasts.
Some don't even realize this tragedy but
Others grieve at the past or the present unhappy.
And that's how:
No matter how much they walk, they don't cheer up
No matter how much they talk, they get tired.
As much as they watch, they despair.
No matter how hard they work, they break.
For this reason, I dare say: many do not live but die.
And the fact is that the fact of living goes beyond breathing and existing, even beyond thinking and acting.
The fact of living is something superior to our imagination.
Living means more than feeling, sharing;
more than suffering, smiling; more than complaining, cheering;
more than lamenting, projecting and comforting oneself;
more than to hurt, to contribute for the future.
More than dispatching, loving;
more than speaking, listening;
more than to get angry, to check oneself;
more than criticizing, accompanying.
To live so as not to die is:
rather than idealize, work;
more than to separate, to embrace;
more than dividing, uniting;
more than comparing, praying;
more than annoying, relieving,
more than gossip, advice;
more than running, helping;
more than walking, accompanying, teaching and above all embracing.
More than suffocate, refresh;
more than to command, to obey;
more than eating, understanding and welcoming
More than dreaming, making it happen.
More than trying, executing.
More than falling, learning.
More than studying, praying.
More than drowning, unburdening
More than observing, internalizing.
More than insisting, knowing how to choose.
More than falling in love, letting yourself be loved.
More than scolding, pampering, kissing and hugging.
