A worn path to the truth
Introduction
Why do we care so much if we never know, if we never know what is dead? Our relationship with death is irremediably limited by literature: we die within fiction traps. Religions, heirs of fantastic literature, have only strengthened this tradition, since they tell us how we should die, for what purpose and where should we go.
There are problems thinking about death. People do not understand that there is no life but death and, even more, that it is something natural. They panic when they speak or know about death, but it depends on how each person drinks depending on what he has lived or the situation he is happening. Death occurs around us, we spend more energy and think it will come because atrophy and scares, and that is because we do not understand that it is natural that everything dies all the time and is not eternal.
Developing
We can observe how death is present directly and indirectly, as a pedagogue teaching, it shows as another character, a kind of destiny, but in the stories of Zapata Olivella death is only a moment in theCamino del Story, death meets several roles in the history of an accordion after the fence.
A stranger under my skin and the submerged galleon is shown as natural, other times as a point break and sometimes such as the termination of life, but never as a character always as a moment. The empty benches and the board with the numbers of the previous class. That always happened in summer when the current of the river, thinned, stopped dragging ranches, trees and animal corpses. That’s why they didn’t believe the little boy when he left the water, anxious, the red eyes.
- There goes a drowned
Then, beyond, in the jetty, the vogue pricked the body with its levers. Busbajo, they told four bullet holes on their back. Since life begins, we know that one day we have to die and that we are trapped to see the death process as a dramatic, painful and unpleasant episode and perhaps in the right part, only that there are people who strengthen and weigh moreto die.
Death is always and is present in people’s lives because we all live and after living we must die, it is an evolutionary process that begins when the various organs stop working and ends when all the cells in the body end irreversibly and canbe called to be brutally caused.
As a victim of an accident, explosion, accident or other similar case and clearly injuring and especially when a loved one has been lost for this reason;You can go through all kinds of emotions such as fear, sadness, perhaps impressed or confused, perhaps angry, guilty or simply empty. This is demonstrated in an accordion after bars where the fear of death was the most precise.
- We will not allow the end to cut your hands.
Women suggest men:
- The people cannot run out of their musician.
Armed police. Peasant groups in all corners when before the presence of rifles dissolved them. The rabid looks. One of the gendarmes woke up after. On the street, on the way to the house of Calicanto, the son of the late mayor meets. It was the first morning shot. In the morning he woke up singing.
Emotions mix in such a way that you can experience something you have never met. Sometimes it is difficult for us. The important thing about this is to move forward and understand the process because if you fear death you also fear life.
conclusion
Death is a mystery that depends on each person’s vision and how they intend to become. If we are dead, it suffers because the same fear causes us suffering and even more if the problems die, it becomes even greater. Accepting death as something natural in our lives is looking for a life less full of anxiety and more durable. In the same way as it happens in the submerged galleon where to lose the fear of death managed to live in its fullness.
Down there, in his galleon, the sailor raised the candles and their pirate voices called him aboard. He threw himself into the water, but his body sank slowly. Ten years ago I would have made it fast, bold, harpoon aimed at the depths. There was his ship. Descended by the largest tree to the roof. The blue and dark masses of the waters had silenced the crew. The captain shocked on the bridge, wrapped in his black cape. In the bed that led to the winery he found the anchor. Other times he tried to remove her uselessly. He made effort to lift her and the heavy cross imprisoned him against the roof. Hundreds of rolls.
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