17. Between life and death- Venecia





"Love me when i least deserve it because  that's when when i need it."


For humans life is a party until they become aware of death. When they understand that life is a small oasis between nothing and nothing. 

Believed in the eternity of their soul they lived terrified by the possibility of the end, that lurks. Afraid of death, that existential angst that makes them spend enormous amounts of energy to deny it. They believe they are that body where they born and died, humans learn to leave between dichotomies, day and night, light and dark, heaven and hell, life and death. The dichotomy is not part of human nature but it's human nature. 
They are not bad or good, humans are angels and demons. 

The complex of humans is that all of theme have in whether the ability to give life or kill, to love until death or life to hate. They are the result of the fight between the death drive and life's drive. It's not their fault, it's they nature. The higher heaven attracts as much as the deeper abysses.

Every day in the most deeper part of their souls they have a fight between life and death. Everyday their poor hearts are pulled by opposing forces. 

To love the light part of humans is easy, but love the darkest is a revolution.
The destiny is just the result of that war between their souls, between light and dark, between life and death.
Today I learn to have compassion for humans. They, their bodies are just the battlefield in an eternal war. The human experience is epic, a war succession where their best part fight with they densest part. In the war between life and death, the soldiers who flees is not good for another war. 

Love them when they least deserve it. Love the darkness cast by the light. Life is light and death. Life is love and death. 

In the eternal and daily war, the light, the life, have a powerful ally, one that death doesn't know: Love. Isn't that love overcome death, but transcends.

When you love you are immortal. Life is an evolution between lights and shadows. And humans are frightened tightropes walkers walking the ledge between life and death.