And here we are, sad, angry, dejected ...
There is a reality that many do not know, that not even imagine, that changes a person's life and that of a family. Dealing with an illness, realize that one is weak, that death can strike, changes the way you see things. What once could be important today is superfluous, because the lives of those we love or our own lives, are more important than the local machine is always busy in the yard, garbage that the roommate does not throw anything, many of bullshit to which we cling like suckers to feel stronger and excel over others. The things that really matter are taken for granted. A I love you seems to be unnecessary when you have someone you love always near; a hug sometimes you feel like you too because you can not overcome the embarrassment, but how many things you could say and never said much because there is always time.
An evil, strong, bastard, growing inside, will corrode, resistant to attack and heedless of the pain that drags, kills. But not once. Killing a father, a mother, a brother, a sister or a friend who is around and kills. Living as if all you running around as if it were a movie, nothing becomes more important if not his own pain and sense of emptiness.
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