Afterlife.

 Je suis prise entre deux mondes.

Entre dois mundos.

Is it possible to be happy even when your heart belongs nowhere?

Déchirée. Sempre fui dramatica.


Perhaps, I have no choice but to be unhappy.

But lately, life has no meaning to me. «Life is an dead end»: I think to myself as I watch a video of an old man wishing his wife goodbye minutes before she passed away. They must have lived the most incredible life. They must have had what everyone wants to have: a long life full of love. Yet, they do not seem happy. Why would they? She cries as she realizes that she is fading away - after a few minutes, she will only cease to exist.

Why is this so terrifying?!

Jostein Gaarder once wrote: «Would I have elected to live a life on earth in the firm knowledge that I’d suddenly be torn away from it, and perhaps in the middle of intoxicating happiness?»

You have everything, yet, everything is taken away from you.

Is life worth living?

Lately, I feel like I have no choice but to be unhappy.

I feel slaved by my urges and fears. Fear of dying, of being unhappy, of regretting. Quand je suis dans ce monde, je ne pense qu’à l’autre. Devrais-je passer ma vie si loin des entités qui j’aime? Suis-je en train de prodiguer mon précieux temps avec des êtres qui ne me retournent pas leur amour? E quando estou nesse mundo, só penso ao outro. Eu devia estar vivendo. Vi-ven-do. Intensamente. Abrir meus olhos, e saber que vivo. Fazer coisas inesquecíveis. A cada dia.

Well, I have no choice but to be unhappy.

But could this unhappiness bring

hope?

Je suis… estou… torn apart.

Acreditar

dans un

Afterlife.