Between so many sunsets without seeing, without observing, life goes by, as if it were safe to see the next one, as if we did not know that we are mortal, the days arrive and we pass them without deciphering them, pretending that something or someone makes him happy for us but Most likely, it does not happen, or you have to wait some time. Life is fragile but at the same time immense, enjoy it is almost a duty but it happens that we are blind, it seems that we do not enjoy every breath when every second alive is a miracle.
Being, seeing, touching, observing, laughing, breathing, beating, loving, crying ... feeling, the sublime is lost in the little, in the dirty, in the nothingness. To live is an act of self-love defnitively, because I see that many people leave here without loving each other, and what is the meaning of it? Come to this world to lose the best you have, yourself!
We are very beautiful, beings so magical that if we saw ourselves from the eyes of the soul we would fall in love, I do not think it is so difficult to look like that but at least imagine it is a beginning, a good and important one. I understand that we have heard it many times, they are so many warnings that they are boring but it is so true, so urgent that you enjoy your life and that nothing else matters.
Just do it, enjoy how much and as much as you want, at the end of the story only those moments will fill.
