But I was sure I wouldn't get past that age, I felt it inside me, it was like that and that's it, I didn't question myself about the reason for that feeling, because it didn't bother me at all, that's what it was. I was convinced that I had reached the maximum age for me.
I told my best friend and she just said I was crazy, and I believe most people who knew that, even those of you reading this right now, wouldn't think much differently. But it was my truth and I felt it in me, I didn't have much to do.
I did not die. As you can see I'm here and my friend says I'm still working overtime.
As the “overtime” went by, I began to reflect on this feeling that I was going to die, but if I was still there, alive, when and how would I die?
And what is the reason for this feeling?
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I realized a funny thing, I was going to die, but not physically. I think the truth is that I could see things differently.
I hope this is somehow making some sense to you, I know it may seem like one of the craziest things you've read recently, but it's something so real and transformative that I felt the need to expose this memory.
I changed. There was a death, but not in the literal sense, the death was mine, but not of the flesh but of who I thought I was.
I realized that I could die countless times in this life and that it's okay, it's necessary for human evolution.
Who I was 1 year ago may not be who I am right now. And that's great!
Life is evolution, and when I understood that, I realized a lot.
And you, when will you die?
Gratitude!
I love you!
I'm sorry!
I'm grateful!
