What is life?
I went out with a friend of mine few days ago and she told me that she went to a funeral last week. The 22 years old fiance of a friend of hers died, while she was sleeping next to him,out of the sudden. Even though I didn’t knew her (or him), that news blew me of.
Why do we live?
OK, we have a purpose but what happens when we don’t reach it? Then, why were we borned? It’s in my strong belief that everything happens for a reason….What is the reason for being borned and die without accomplishing your dreams?
I always try to be open,not to be afraid,to find solutions to everything, to find something good in something bad, but this….this frightens me. I have a dream and the fact that I may not get to make it come true it’s kinda interfering with all the positive thoughts that I have about it.
It seems that I cannot stop being me….even for one second! I found something. The thread that will keep me hanging on.
I wanna fight..Now, more than ever! Because of this story,this fear that surrounds me, I want to live my dream no matter what! And…life is life, after all…we are all lucky cause we had the chance to live, to see so many wonders, to feel so many mixed emotions, to love…to breath!
I guess that fear it’s a sort of fertilizer for the seed of hope that we have in us, and as long as we control it even hope could grown further than this, further than a dream, into reality!