I wanted to say...
What happens when we die? What am I afraid of? I’m not afraid of death. Not mine. But then why am I afraid of losing someone/something. It’s not like it’s mine. Nothing is. It isn’t. It appears and disappears in the cycle of life, it’s born to this world and then it dies. The fleeting existence of everything and everyone in this form of ‘reality’, maybe it’s absolutely crucial.
What have you done with your life? It’s all about my choices. Actually I want to be lead by love to others. Yes, I’m greedy and I’m jealous like everybody else is - to a certain extent. It makes me angry, to be angry. Still, I want to learn how to be more patient, how to understand those who I don’t understand - to somehow accept their way of thinking. I want to breath peace (like when I’m alone), not anger (when I’m around others).
To be excited to live, to be excited to die. Like it’s all happening now.
What makes us human.
