In the intricate dance of life and death, we are confronted with a profound truth – that the ones we kill within ourselves do not truly perish. Death, in all its grandeur, cannot extinguish the essence that resides within us. It may, in its cruelest form, separate us from those we hold dear, but it cannot erase the intricate tapestry of souls interwoven in our lives.

The pain we bear stems not from the finality of death, but from the lingering absence it leaves behind. In death, there is no true end, only a poignant farewell, a perpetual void that echoes in the chambers of our hearts. We do not succumb to death; none truly do. It is the grief that defines the passing, the mourning that becomes the harbinger of loss.

Only in matters of love do we find the paradox of killing and dying intertwined. When love withers, it beckons us to grant it a merciful end, to bid adieu with dignity and grace. For in the absence of peace in death, we are left to grapple with fragments of ourselves, seeking solace in makeshift remedies and half-truths.

And yet, those who depart from this world remain eternally alive within us. It is only the ones we choose to extinguish within ourselves that truly perish. Love, with its enduring power, continues to breathe life into our souls, even when its purpose has waned.

In the symphony of existence, where love and loss converge, we learn that even in death, there is a semblance of life. The echoes of the departed linger within us, a testament to the enduring legacy of love.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer