August 21 at 10:07pm
I don't remember for how long I have been searching for meaning in my life. I do not remember how many times I have looked at the night sky searching for an answer for a question I do not know.
The time has gone like water runs through an insignificant leak. It goes drop by drop, seemingly worthless to even be noticed. But every drop falls and doesn't come back, the water that flows through that leak cannot be used again, just like the seconds of my life, the ones that run through without me even saying good bye.
Today I searched again, and realized one very important thing. I thought about why if we were to find out that we are close to die we would be more likely to appreciate life, and every little thing about it, we would find meaning even in despair and in a way we would start to live.
And then I realized that the moment we give up eternal existence to be born we are sentenced to die. Diagnosed with humanity we come to dream and admire the night sky. Does this explain why babies are the angels of this earth? Because they still remember the sentence of death? By living long we forget that this life is just a second before we have to go. How can we not forget about the fragility of life and the importance of experience?
The way I understand it today is that if we gave up eternal existence for a chance to live a couple of tens of years under the sun, this might be a great place to be, the price might be way better than the sacrifice, let's not forget about that.
Viridiana
