The Twin Sisters

I love death... That’s for sure. Maybe even more than life... I know that’s not fair... but death.. has its unique beauty...

Death is so final, so predictable, so stable. Life on the other hand is like an endless roller-coaster...

spinning over and over around us... Never being able to touch it really... never reaching it... always

slipping through our fingers.... Life is so unpredictable... you never know what’s around the corner... or what’s going to happen to you in the next 10 years... you never know who you’ll meet or where or why... You’re just living it... Life… without a single clue... without a compass... without any instructions manual...

Always moving, always spinning... always lost.

Life is like a dream... You just close your eyes and imagine the future... you feel all of your desires...

coming to life… And you chase them... relentlessly... like a mad dog... Always two steps behind them... always reaching your hand... after them...

Death on the other hand is real. Is the only real thing about life. Death is the only reality we have. And I’m not talking about those billions of “realities” that every human being creates in his grandiose unconsciousness... I’m talking about THE REALITY... The universal reality... Is death. That’s it. All we ever know for sure is that we’re all going to die. Today… tomorrow or 20 years later. It doesn’t matter really. How long you’re wandering on the earth... Once you realize that... You’ll wish to die faster... And reach the next level... Or just finish it.

Death is a comfort... a consolation... a time for rest... So when you feel really really tired as I felt so many times... Tired and sick of everything and everyone... it’s so natural to want to rest, right? I mean... it’s natural... It’s a natural thing…

So when you will figure out life... its beautiful philosophy… its unbelievable twists and all its pleasures and all its fun... that’s when you’ll feel the logic... the naturalness and the harmony... of death. Until then you’re going to just run away... run around and run from it like a crazy wild cat... Never wanting to admit death... acknowledge it... understand it or accept it... You’re not going to talk about it... nor hear about it... you’re going to pretend that it doesn’t exists.... and you’re going to come back to your big ignorance over and over again... Acting like a child really... Like a little child scared of the darkness from his room... Always crying… always running to his mommy...

Well... one day you’re going to be forced to face that darkness once and for all... you’ll have to look death in the eyes... someday... You know? And what then? Where you’re going to run then? Who’s gonna save you from it?

It’s so stupid and childish… I swear... to run away... from something... that you know... I mean YOU KNOW... for real is the only real thing you’ll ever know... So You Know that one day... this death is gonna catch you... No matter what you do… No matter how good you are... Or how many things you accomplish or how many things you posses... or how many memories or travelings or meetings or relationships... you have... It’s going to get you. One hundred percent. One day... every one and every living creature finds its/his/her end. It’s a fact.

My question is soooo simple... and soooo fu**ing logical and reasonable... Why the f**k do you run??? Where are you running? Where you’re going to? Where you’re going to hide???

And why the f**k are you sooo afraid of it??? Why are you so f***ing terrified? Why the f**k you cry

and weep and suffer for death?!?!? What is wrong with you people?!? Why is death so sad to you?!?

Why it’s so scary?! Why?!? Who told you to love life and hate death? Are they not sisters? Twin sisters by the way?!?...

Death is... as natural as life... like every other thing we see and hear and feel and taste here... I mean come on... Why in 2020 the subject of death is sooo taboo?!? Why grown up people act like they’re fu**ing 12 years old when it comes to death?!? Why the f**k you don’t understand it?!? That “death” is nothing but an ordinary thing... Why so much drama around it?!?

I swear when it comes to the birth of a child... there is not even a half of the joy it should be around this amazing gift of life... comparing with the enormous drama and the grief that’s around a dead person... So really... I’m asking you now...

“When you say you love life... What the f**k do you mean by that?!?”... I say you’re a fu**ing liar.

Because when you really love life... you love death too. EQUALLY. Period. There’s no half way... there’s no option here. We’re all human beings... no matter the race or the gender... and we should love everything that’s given to us from above:

That is life, death and everything that’s between these two.