Lua Nova, 21 de Fevereiro de 2012
I was never one to think too much about the future... The here and now is what matters.
However, things happen and get you to think about your future. I started to wonder about my own death.
If I were to die today, I wouldn't get to do so many things that I always thought I had time to do later but that, after all, I hadn't. Too much I'd still want to try, so many places that I had want to travel to.
How many people would attend my funeral? What would they feel? These weren't questions that bothered me... No matter who died, how they died and who would miss them, life goes on sooner or later. We're only a small part of something bigger. One out of billions. The world doesn't stop turning for a person. There won't be only rain and grey skies ahead...
What bothers me is what I'd miss. I'd never have a chance to know how I'd turn out. I wouldn't make it to my birthday. I'd miss my chance at love.
I'd miss my chance at love... Never got to knew someone who loved me. That bothers me. What eveyone's looking forward to, I'd postponed. Everyone who told me they loved me, I'd dismissed them, without a second thought... I wasn't interested in them. They didn't even knew me. So I just kept on living, moving forward.
However, there is one person. Someone who's there for me, someone I can always rely on... I'm told he loves me and I dismiss it: not important. But if I were to die, would it be important? Would I want that person by my side to tell me that? Surprinsingly, yes...
That's why I couldn't keep myself from thinking about dying... Because I want you to know that if I die young, I have never loved anyone but you are the person I came the closest to love.
