almohib89
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The golden grave
It was grave, but not like all other graves, it was a golden one. “Why?” you are asking yourselves …
Well … I’ve buried all my golden dreams under that grave, when I saw and realised that they were no more helping, they were just giving me the hope that kept me alive, … but I learned how to stay alive with another source of hope, it was love, the only one dream that I haven’t buried down.
When I was writing my last message, I asked people that loved me, to put me next to my golden grave. Everybody thought that I believed in the second life, but my heart and mind knew that there is only one life and one death, work hard in your life, to have an easy death.
I asked them to bury me next to the golden grave, because I loved the place, I loved my golden dreams… I loved her and she was right there, my reason of life and I still do.
Now, I’ve almost lost every one of those ones that I loved, and I’m still alive looking at their graves and hoping and praying for them.
What is important for me is that I still have her; and my golden grave in this unperfect world.
And as I always said:
“Life isn’t perfect,
Love makes it better”
It was grave, but not like all other graves, it was a golden one. “Why?” you are asking yourselves …
Well … I’ve buried all my golden dreams under that grave, when I saw and realised that they were no more helping, they were just giving me the hope that kept me alive, … but I learned how to stay alive with another source of hope, it was love, the only one dream that I haven’t buried down.
When I was writing my last message, I asked people that loved me, to put me next to my golden grave. Everybody thought that I believed in the second life, but my heart and mind knew that there is only one life and one death, work hard in your life, to have an easy death.
I asked them to bury me next to the golden grave, because I loved the place, I loved my golden dreams… I loved her and she was right there, my reason of life and I still do.
Now, I’ve almost lost every one of those ones that I loved, and I’m still alive looking at their graves and hoping and praying for them.
What is important for me is that I still have her; and my golden grave in this unperfect world.
And as I always said:
“Life isn’t perfect,
Love makes it better”