Life somehow makes you face death. Someone leaves, simply leaves their body, tired after many years of wandering on Earth. And we, go further, pay the bills and live day after day, asking questions.
I think, am I living right? Every day is like a gray shadow that observes how other people are doing. Sometimes I come into contact with them to give advice, suggest something. And yet, I live. I buy things and read books. I am lucky, I have a great family, the most amazing job. But still, am I doing everything to leave something after ...