life and death [Theme] Page 3

Question to a psychologist from a woman who was given a frightening diagnosis

Until the living are happy, the dead will not be comfortable.

Folding my arms, I felt my own goosebumps. Just one thought: what if I had died then? No lost, no wandering. And ... Nothing - with John. I would have died without seeing the Pyramids. Without visiting a real Chinese tea ceremony. Not knowing how to say “thank you” in Greek - efcharisto - all their words sound like the names of gods. I would not have caught another world war, the assassination of Martin Luther King, the Chernobyl disaster. I wouldn’t have looked at Niagara Falls, I wouldn’t have known that people will find a way to cure cancer, I wouldn’t have cried looking at the northern lights, I wouldn’t have heard the Beatles. All this: bad, good, black, white, colorless, bright, unfair, delightful, broken, whole, dead and alive... Twisted, merged, grappled with each other as a rushing horse, an endless wind - a tornado. And I exhaled, letting him pick up the pieces of my heart, as if they were not heavy with the pain of loss and fatigue, were not filled with despair. As if they were translucent autumn leaves.

How can you feel like an important person when you know that death is steadily on your trail?

- You know... There's something they can't compare to me. Let at least once, but you and I were one. After this, you can’t say that I was born only to disappear later. Our meeting was the first and only, but for me - memorable. Thank you for this, Shido.

But one would be enough for me...

You need to start feeling, throwing your cowardly fear of pain into the trash. Pain is just a sign of life. The sign of death is the renunciation of feelings. And this death happens long before the limited area box.

It's good that you're being optimistic. But one day it could cost your life too. Risking yourself for others, only to forget the pain of old wounds - this way you only make yourself worse. But whether it is right or not is up to you alone to decide.

I'm alive? No, I just couldn't die. Kanade... What did she live for? For what did she die? Since I've been single, I've been working even harder. I looked into the eyes of death. I have destroyed countless monsters. But she never tried to find meaning in it, completely surrendering to the struggle. And then I realized that my life has neither meaning nor any value.

Love is the fifth dimension, opening previously unknown flows of energy. And in that dimension there is no concept of "death", but there is "eternity".

Life and death are sides of the same coin.

I feel dead. Surprisingly, it turns out that death can be felt. I remember my mother, her face and her hatred for me. And also the fact that my whole life is a struggle between me and this hatred. I never lost. But now it seems ready to give up.

He went, hanged himself - and now there was no one.

In Auschwitz, those who were only for themselves and for themselves simply did not survive.