Trust today is something that shapes people and builds bonds between people. There is a place where trust isn’t even trust anymore. It’s love. And that place is home. Family is a relative word. We can choose our friends and we can also choose our family. That is why it is such a magical thing to be with people you love. The sad truth is though, we take way too much time to understand this. People aren’t forever and only then, when we lose them, ....do.... we understand how much they mean to us.
When I was a little kid, I used to tell my mum how upset I was. There would be a time when humanity will reach........ other galaxies and I would be long gone. She would always smile and say that life tends to surprise ....us.... with how many things it gives you. I never have have never imagined that the day I would understand that would ......her funeral. There was no place in this universe for me to be without her. But, because adults have to be adults, I had to forget about the memories I had with the woman that taught me how to live. I had to get over it, to continue my life, even then, when a piece of it was gone forever. Then my father. He was the one that showed me the stars. He was the one that would drag me every midnight only to reveal that he was sure he saw an UFO. There was no one with such passion as him for the world. Without him, I would have never known how much a small human can do in this huge universe.
Death is like a black hole. We fear it, we want to be as far away of from it as possible. It sucks everything that touches it and doesn’t leave anything but emptiness and sorrow. Still, there is a plot twist. Black holes are beautiful. Even more than beautiful, they are captivating. Why? Because they are not an end, they are an uncertainty. We can’t know what is past, and makes them magical. And so is death believe it or not.
Life is many things: unpredictable, thrilling, generous sometimes, not so much other times. But only death reunites. As much as we want someone back, once crossed, the bridge between these two worlds, there is no turning back. Not completely at least.
When life comes to an end, it doesn’t feel like you are running out of time. Actually, you look back and think you have done enough. We try to find a way to not not to be forgotten, but everyone lives a mark on the world, no matter how small. For me it was a filling feeling like falling, falling into a dark place, all my memories becoming something lost in a far, far away place.
But then, as I finally opened my eyes, not even remembering closing them, I saw the people I ....had.... missed all these years. And in that those moments, as my mum took my hand and we went home, I knew I was in the right place, no matter where that was. Everyone was seated at the table, faces that I hardly remembered and others I have never seen until then, everyone smiled. And so, after years of waiting, I had the family reunion I have had waited for so long.
Last edited by galactic_traveler (2019-06-02 21:02:35)
