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My mother is one of those persons who are afraid of dead. No, let me put it the way it is:
My mother is like all the persons in this world, and she is afraid of dead, maybe one of the difference between her and others, is that she says she is afraid of dead.
It has been always like that, when I was a child, I used to comment things like: "When my dad/grandma/uncle dies...", although, I wasn't able to finish any of this sentences, never, because my mother used to look at me terrified saying: "Shut Up! Don't talk about it..."
... my point is, that my mother has this philosophy: "If you talk about dead, someone will die" ... and somehow, it is possible. I have a few examples, but I'm not putting them, first because is not respectful, and second, because, honestly, my english isn't in that conditions.
In my daily rutine, there are some thing I do when I remember, one of those things is praying. I should be ashamed, I know, and I am. But somehow I can't help it. I try, I swear.
In those days I pray, there are a few and for sure inmature things I ask to God about. The people I care about, and the things I care about...
... I'm not going to say more about it, just because I don't think this is the place, and somehow, if I tell you, nothing will happen, like with the wishes. Ha.
I even have an order, like in priorities.
[And I remember, when I was little, I forgot eveything. One day, I just realized I couldn't remember anything. It was one of those things that happen, and somehow, you feel like, you don't know your life before those things.]
Weird, right?
What's the deal about all this?
I don't have an idea. I just thought it was something. This last days I'm thinking about everything about my life and keeping it in my mind and heart as a treasure...
... it's like I had realized that I'm going to, you know... Die, someday. And all this fatalistic situation is about some of my stupid fears.
I don't know when I'm going to die, and I don't know how. And I don't really want to know it.
Have a nice day, people. Live.
My mother is like all the persons in this world, and she is afraid of dead, maybe one of the difference between her and others, is that she says she is afraid of dead.
It has been always like that, when I was a child, I used to comment things like: "When my dad/grandma/uncle dies...", although, I wasn't able to finish any of this sentences, never, because my mother used to look at me terrified saying: "Shut Up! Don't talk about it..."
... my point is, that my mother has this philosophy: "If you talk about dead, someone will die" ... and somehow, it is possible. I have a few examples, but I'm not putting them, first because is not respectful, and second, because, honestly, my english isn't in that conditions.
In my daily rutine, there are some thing I do when I remember, one of those things is praying. I should be ashamed, I know, and I am. But somehow I can't help it. I try, I swear.
In those days I pray, there are a few and for sure inmature things I ask to God about. The people I care about, and the things I care about...
... I'm not going to say more about it, just because I don't think this is the place, and somehow, if I tell you, nothing will happen, like with the wishes. Ha.
I even have an order, like in priorities.
[And I remember, when I was little, I forgot eveything. One day, I just realized I couldn't remember anything. It was one of those things that happen, and somehow, you feel like, you don't know your life before those things.]
Weird, right?
What's the deal about all this?
I don't have an idea. I just thought it was something. This last days I'm thinking about everything about my life and keeping it in my mind and heart as a treasure...
... it's like I had realized that I'm going to, you know... Die, someday. And all this fatalistic situation is about some of my stupid fears.
I don't know when I'm going to die, and I don't know how. And I don't really want to know it.
Have a nice day, people. Live.