Dear friends, the 19th marks the 5th anniversary of the death of my beloved wife, Laia. I wasn't sure how I would feel when I woke up, and was surprised when I woke in calm space. I spent some time looking back at the intense, charmed life that we led, traveling around the globe with our crazy puppet shows, engaged in a joint life that never failed to bring joy to both of us and all our family and friends. The more I reflected, the more I was attracted to a poem I recently discovered by a marvelous Brazilian writer, Lya Luft:
′′ We're all in line.....
Every minute someone leaves this world behind. We don't know how many people are in front of us.
You can't go back to the ′′ end of the line ". You can't get out of line. Not even avoiding this line.
So while we wait our turn :-
Make every moment lived here on Earth count.
Have a purpose.
Motivate people!!
Praise more, criticize less.
Make a ′′ nobody ′′ if you feel like someone on your side.
Make someone smile.
Make a difference.
Make love.
Make peace.
Make people feel loved.
Have time for yourself
Make small moments be big
Do everything you have to do and go beyond.
Live new experiences.
Try new flavors.
Have no regrets for trying beyond what you should have, for valuing someone more than you should, for doing more or less than you could.
Everything is in the right place.
Things only happen when they have to happen.
Up.
Don't save sorrows.
Save only the learnings.
Release the grudge.
Overflow the love.
Donate love.
Love even those who don't deserve it.
Love without wanting to receive anything in return.
Love, for the simple fact that you vibrate love and be love.
But always, love yourself before anything."
Be prepared to leave anytime. You don't know your place in the line, so get ready to leave here only good memories.
Your hands go away empty
You can't take suitcases, or goods...
Prepare DIARYLY to take with you, only what you have in your heart."
This poem so perfectly reflects the way that Laia and I lived our lives.