Sixty and more I wonder if will be worth reaching this age and have lived what I have lived.
Difficult to cope with that idea, it was worth, spoke my will on something, someone asked me if I wanted to be here, I asked my daughters if they wanted to come to this world, I decided something on my own throughout these more than sixty or they have been deceptive circumstances that mask our decisions.
As to you I ask anyone your disposal to come to populate this world as another drop in the ocean that is the human world but each with its own and nontransferable ME.
Who I am I and pussy because I feel different, individual, unique sometimes.
Because I was born now, and why not a thousand years ago, and I was born in this city, and not that other, of these parents and not others very different.
Rich? ?, Poor in misery or in affluence.
Who have made children who die before reaching one month for being born in the wrong place.
Everything is confusing, we are in the river that is life without knowing how ?, why ?, and the not even the meaning of all this.
And it has some meaning ?. We are so significant as to mean something in the cosmos ?.And as individuals among billions like you truncheons is what we mean ?.
All this makes any sense to me, around us, self, your, my life that is short, the life of those who came before and are no longer ....
Many, too many questions.
The meaning of all this for me is nothing.
I see no meaning or relevance, or significance whatsoever.
The fear of being nothing short accompanies us on our way to relief when we suffer or despair when we look in the mirror and see the years have passed and how little we have already theoretically live.
But I guess just happens to everyone. My daughter is safe, and guess sometimes see me as solely responsible, not for good, its existence.
and rightly so , that certainly there, as my parents are responsible for bringing me into the world, or not ?.
We were already predestined to be born ?, another mystery with no answer, because I and no other seeds in the paternal or maternal egg ?.
It 's all so anarchic ?.
Life itself is the result of absolute anarchy and chance? or there is a similar to an analyst who has already planned your birth program, mine, what we do or not, the live or not, etc. etc. etc.
That would lead us to think that we are responsible for nothing. Our decisions are irrelevant because they are already scheduled. Whatever we do, or whatever we say, it is already planned.
I was scheduled to be here writing all this drivel? and your to read them later ?, wherever you are, and feel that there is some common thought between them ?.
No idea, I approach the seventies and transcendental questions of human beings, still there in my mind without any response following in the minds of anyone who wonders about the meaning of his own existence.
I have lived my life without any prior program at all, I had daughters without programming at the time, assuming a huge responsibility without being aware of it, without knowing what it meant to be a father, I joined the woman wanted to be and that at least it lasts until today, and is much.
In my life I have been son, brother, husband, father and I think there is nothing before me to push me towards other purposes or endure a little longer.
He lived life, sometimes well, sometimes happy, sometimes bad, sometimes sick, suffering, but the cycle is completed and closed.
That's my feeling now, today, at this time.
That's what I've done well ?. Hard to be protagonist and judge simultaneously, that is for others.
However, well, well, well what is said I can actually think anything. Nothing ?, is certainly nothing at all.
Wrong, wrong, wrong what is said either think or I am not aware of it.
Before birth we are nothing, and certainly not as we return to nonexistence, to nothing, only the memory that occasionally we take some other being who has lived in our company some time, when those beings nobody will remember our brief existence.
Nothing else will, and say, where are we all before us.
The written memory of their lives may remain on the books, or encyclopedias but do not think they serve them at all.
Their lives, happy or not they will know, passed and almost nothing remains in the memory.
Like the man and gray are those who were brilliant, as millions of women soldiers thousands of generals, kings like millions of commoners, the history of their deeds actually not sirveya them wherever they are, that's saying something.
They disappeared period.
There will be a library somewhere in the course another world, on the other side where the distinguished men and women is mentioned ?.
No idea, I do not know, not like almost anything because nobody I know has returned from the trip across the river Styx to Hades to tell us a different world than this.
Short, I suffered, confused, they frightened beings permanently when they think about their own death.
Being famous or not on this side of the so - called real world, I think it matters very little, in the end all the same, ignored, lost dust on this little universe with millions of stars.
It is why the belief in another life, in the existence of God is us humans so necessary.
If it were not so, we would find out, but here among us I can say that this IS A MONUMENTAL TEASING HAIR, and hell are we doing here, populating this earth as alleged superior beings.
To die laughing.
the gatufo
