There is only one difference between the dead and the living. They have experienced death. But sometimes we feel that we are not living even when we are still breathing. This is because of our anxieties, hopelessness, or weariness. What are we living for? What is our purpose of existence? Do the emotions that make us who we are or how we react to the obstacles we face on this journey define us?
The truth is, we die a little more with every disappointment. Every happiness makes us live a little more. We are like warriors looking for the light in the shadow of our thoughts. We are looking for the right path for ourselves, but we cannot find it exactly. Something is always missing.
We look for a meaning in the eyes we look at, but we cannot find it. We expect someone to love us for who we are, but it just doesn't happen. It's always better to be alone than to go alone. Thus, just as everyone experiences death alone, perhaps the essential thing is to experience life alone. The peace of mankind is in his inner solitude.
"My soul, my home. If you're going to give me peace, my soul is your home." We can wait centuries before we can even say that to someone. Even though there are billions of people on earth, it is very difficult to find the person you can invite into your soul. So when you find it, listen to what he/she wants before you lose it.
If you feel love, it means you are still alive. Love is your breath. Even if you continue on your way alone...
