The trip of our lives

This continuous dance of sorrows and joys

is reaching its final steps

already the angel of death

he plays softly on his musty violin

end notes,

of the melody that moves my heart.

The inevitable knocks loudly at my door

announcing my departure

freeing me from flesh and bones

that bound my whole soul.

Now I will join the warm wind

to vanish into the slippery clouds

climbing the highest of the sunset

to shine like an immortal star.

Life, a continuous and inevitable process, some people see this process as a journey, where you start and go, you live while you make your journey and you reach the expected end, where you try to fully enjoy every second, where you leave your positive mark, where someone boards your ship becoming your partner for the unique and unrepeatable journey.

But despite the fact that many know that this great journey inevitably reaches its earthly end, because everything perishes or ends and it is a fundamental rule in our world, how it hurts us to see the end of the journey of each loved one.

We are sentimental beings, no matter our behavior, religion or belief, our feelings are rooted in us, and no matter how cold and calculated we see the natural cycle of life and how it develops, it will always be difficult to see that or those leave. people we have loved so much in one way or another. Knowing that they will no longer be with us on the earthly plane fills us with deep sadness, melancholy or even pain.

The way I see things, we should always remember that it is a journey that each one of us goes through, for our body there is no immortality in our flesh, but in our memory, in our mind we can remember every pleasant moment, every wonderful second that we share with that person, whose moment of eternal rest has come.

Beyond your religious belief, it does not matter which one you have and even if you do not have any as such, remember that nothing ends, everything is transformed, perhaps that person who is no longer in the body with us, his spirit, his incomparable spark, still flutters in our hearts.

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