O Entardecer da Esperança

38

" It may seem strange and even wrong, but death is beautiful. It comes slowly and catches us off guard. Few can see the beauty of death. It is the end of suffering. But many feel weak with death. Especially when it is from death. someone very close to us.

My story begins like this: With death.

At first I felt bad, distorted, I was just a fragment in space, but little by little I recovered and I could see the wings being formed. And then I felt free. I could see several people, I got to know different places. But in the end, I noticed that it was insignificant for the vast majority of people. Nobody noticed me. Nobody missed it. Nobody was crying.

And then I also realized that it was good to have ceased to exist in life. For in many cases, it was a burden for humanity.

I feel happy now.