Nata Writes | Visual Storyteller

When you love someone so much, the scariest thought is to think of a life where they don’t exist.

I have that fear, and the thought of it brings me to tears.

Life is a cycle, and just like life brings new beings into this world every day, death takes others that are ready for something else—whatever that thing that happens after life is. I personally believe in reincarnation, but it’s just a believe like any other.

In the past months I’ve been more involved with the topic of death. People that I know of, and friends of my family have passed away. I’m very good at empathizing with people, situations, and thinking about their loved ones, and how broken they become after they lose someone they love. It saddens me in a very profound way. I can’t help it, is part of who I am, and even though sometimes I feel more than others, I also have a chance to examine my life constantly—or at least more than other people do. I take a look at how people experience life, what is their attitude towards it, their choices, and what kind of spirit they posses—which in my opinion makes all the difference, here’s why: Once a body decomposes, and becomes nonexistent, the only ‘thing’ that remains in life is their spirit.

This story is an example of this:

Today I went to dinner with my mother, and she was telling me a moving story about a coworker of hers, who has been battling Parkinson’s disease. What strikes her the most is that even though he has a lot of pain, and has to take tons of medication to keep a semi-normal life, he does it with the best attitude, and disposition. He is always fighting to have the best day, to feel good, because he loves life that much. He’s always saying words of encouragement to his coworkers, and often tells my mom that he wants to feel good, and keeps his body moving—regardless of his limitations. This is a hero. This is a real hero, and that is something I strive for, to be a hero of a human being.

It’s a tough reminder of how fragile life really is—we don’t know at what moment something like this can happen to any of us—but it also reminds us how ungrateful we sometimes are by letting little nonessential things get to us. We let stuff that are worthless, in comparison of the extremity of life get to us and deviate us from the real thing. I always remind myself of this, because as a human being, it happens to me all the time, and I try to disregard things that aren’t worth it, and focus on the good, which is bigger than any negative thing that might be going on—because above all, I’m here, I’m writing these words, and I’m alive.

Today I also had the chance to spend four hours of my day with newborn puppies, and it’s hard to explain the sentiment of awe, and amazement I felt by looking at their small bodies developed, and wanting to be alive. Two days ago they weren’t here, and today they are, what a freaking MIRACLE!

My point is, that life is a miracle, and the more aware we are of it, the more we tend to suffer, because we become more vulnerable and sensitive to its fragility, but it also gives us the benefit of enjoying the present moment, and take life for what it is; a gift.

Have a great evening, day, and life, lovely squirrels!

Xo,

Nata