experiment, sometimes like everyone else once, I guess, what would you know that today will be the last day of my life. I'm going to work driving my motorcycle and one of those trucks coming down like mad from the landfill of Garraf miss a give way, sending me directly to paradise or hell, or nihilism more vacuous.
It feels strange, but mostly it frustrating because if I had known, had been able to even guess that today would be, now it only today and never tomorrow, there are so many things I wanted to do, say, write ... Suddenly the future does not exist, someone (a reckless driver, an unfortunate slip) or somewhat (by chance, the default destination), we stole it. As the murderer who plays Clint Eastwood in Unforgiven : "When you kill a man, takes away not only what it is but all you could become."
immediately after the frustration that plagues you to understand that, if today your last day, you can no longer carry out all we had wanted, it comes to your mind a simple question which in turn costs a lot answer: "Why the heck I have not done so far?". Why leave for a final lament for the second before our life expires, the list that suddenly seems endless to-do?, Why not start now, now, to say what they think, what I feel , to live naturally, to perceive and feel things like an animal, a multicellular organism, but to enjoy it as just a human being can do?. And if you think it is a single answer, a barrier transparent but solid stopping us, and that border, that few make it across, is fear. Individual fear, fear of the pack, fear that surrounds us, fear of what we have inside, fear of the unknown, the familiar surprise and disappoint us, afraid to be afraid.
And when the barrier falls and the fear disappears, as it is possible to imagine that happening in that final moment where you suddenly discover that everything will end, as happens to the protagonist of American Beauty a second before the barrel of that gun you press the neck, then, too late already understand there is only one thing worse than dying, and is living in fear.
So let your children climb that tree, little real risk of falling can never match the pleasure emotional experience when adults remember the perspective of the park and the neighborhood of his childhood as seen from there up among the branches and leaves. And riding a motorcycle, took this view of the road if you place, because if both want to regret not having experienced it when I reach the fateful day before you did.
And if the truck rolls you finally, trust, remember, that even him, with all its tons of weight, you take away the miles lived.
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