#129

Pardon my french.

Why is it that we are so afraid of endings? Is it our own mortal nature?
Is it the feeling of having wasted our time? But, actually, don't you find yourself with little time left now?
Think about It, there's no time to waste! We are nothing but our present presence, and as such It is already gone.
I tend to believe that our life is a deep reflection of our own breath, witnessing itself dying and being reborn at every moment.
And as this writing goes nowhere, it remains forever.

Con cada bocanada de aire, un pasado nuevo.