Filed under: Private Thoughts
I’ve been very happy not to know you before. And I’m in a strange way happy to know you now. In this uncorruptible way. Because whatever I can do for you is free and for free.
You once spoke about the power of believers. Aren’t we now in that precise situation? No other way out.I can believe that my prayers reach you, or I can’t.
Observing your life, I really think part of it was a hell. You know what I mean. You looked much like a private person. Being under a big lense all the time…what a horrible way to live.
Was your life a very high mountain to climb? Was the edge of the end better than loneliness? Who’ll never know. Not here, right? ;)
We are always sorry when people die, expecially when people die young. But what we really know about life and death?
Alessia told me she believes that we are ‘the dyings’,because every minute we have a minute less to live. And the others are ‘the livings.’ They went through the unknown passage. Which I feel is absolutely true. In this beautiful life we are just passers by.
Heath, perhaps I’m helping you in some way. But for sure you’re helping me thinking about a lot of important things. About real values. About life. Feelings.
About how much I’m a weirdo.
Is it for this reason I feel deep inside myself we could have been good friend?
just by chance (?! does chance exists?!) I’ve found this poem:magnificent words on life!
A SONG OF LIVING:
Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.
I have sent up my gladness on wings, to be lost in the blue of the sky.
I have run and leaped with the rain, I have taken the wind to my breast.
My cheek like a drowsy child to the face of the earth I have pressed.
Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.
I have kissed young Love on the lips, I have heard his song to the end.
I have struck my hand like a seal in the loyal hand of a friend.
I have known the peace of heaven, the comfort of work done well.
I have longed for death in the darkness and risen alive out of hell.
Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.
I give a share of my soul to the world where my course is run.
I know that another shall finish the task I must leave undone.
I know that no flower, nor flint was in vain on the path I trod.
As one looks on a face through a window, through life I have looked on God.
Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.
Amelia Josephine Burr
