WHERE EVERYTHING BEGINS AND FINISHES: LIFE AND DEATH

The questions are inevitable: why begin a blog about the emotions touching the subject of life and death? Perhaps we don't have all the life to think about the life itself? And perhaps we will be able to know something more about death than we already know (that, by the way, it's very little)? To answer these three questions would not have to be so complicated. First: to begin a blog with this great dichotomy (and I clarify that the concept is not mine) only wishes to stand out that all our emotions, and the acts who accompanies them, are framed between these two great realities. All our emotions, feelings and desires are developed in the course of life, and we only have that lapse to know them, to undergo them and to enjoy them, until death determines the end of the show. And the curtain falls down.

Second: No, sometimes we did not take advantage of our time to think about life and those things that affect it. We walked from one way to another, so occupied in a multitude of subjects that seem important, and thus we tried to cover our necessities, to obtain satisfactions (almost all are passing), to move away from everything what it can damage to us, to reach some state, almost mythical, of tranquility that turns out not to be what we looked for. As each generation seems to have more occupations and problems to solve, everything indicates that our classic model of "times and movements", along with all their variants and opposite models, will not include in the list of pending tasks the subjects that talk about to the privacy of our mind and our heart. There's no space for trivialities.

Third: We can imagine that many things happen after death, supported in our faith, our imagination, testimonies of supernatural experiences, or the saying by any prattler who believes himself like a delegate of Charon. This could not be the "end of the show", as I mentioned it a little while ago, but a "change of scene" or, even, the "beginning of a new play", presumably better and without an end on sight. Before crossing that transcendental limit of the existence, and before facing us with a pile of suppositions, we could take care in something much more well-known, in what it constitutes our reality (with excuse of some philosophers): the life. To exist -understood as "to be alive"- implies the permanent opportunity to learn how to make the things in the correct form to feel good, to reach what we called the "Happiness", or something similar.

"To feel good" could be understood like the ideal state that our emotions and feelings, our mind and our body can reach, all our being, when nothing exists that affect it. This state usually doesn´t last too much (defect of factory or natural imperfection?), but we can make an effort to make this state was repeated, if we want. However, the way to "feel good" goes through "to make good things" to our fellow men, and I recently listened that we only have this life to make that task. What are we waiting for?