Die or crack?

Publish date 12-10-2020

by Andrea Gotico

These last few years have been a bit difficult, I must admit, and I'm not going to list the events that have distinguished them, I'll spare them. Some may define a series of negative events as fatality, bad luck or divine will, but I will not speculate on this matter. The fact is that in front of my computer the images of dear people who have passed away are cascading.

This vision often leads me to think that at the bottom of this waterfall one day not too far away my image will also end. It is not a thought that brings me sadness, far from it. Thinking about the passing of time is an extraordinary energy for me.

My grandfather always said: "Dear boy, it is a life that I train myself to die" and every time his face lit up almost like someone who couldn't wait to become a "saint" too. Here that look of his was wonderful, and it was the look of someone who knew that everything did not end underground, but on the contrary it all ended very above the earth. Now, if there is one thing that makes me suffer, it is not witnessing the departure of someone I love or meditating on mine, but more than anything else thinking about how much time we waste on things or speeches that don't make sense.

"Only love remains" is not a cliché and I will never forget one of your last words: "There are things that train us to die and others that train us to die". Thanks to the tip grandpa, now I just have to learn to distinguish them.

 

Andrea Gotico
NP agosto/settembre 2020

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