A Moment Of Tenderness

There is something that is going to happen to all of us.

And it is dying.

Maybe you don’t want to think about it.

And that’s why it may take you by surprise.

We don’t know who will rule this country.

We don’t know when the next time we yawn will be.

Maybe now because you have read it.

We don’t know if Khaleesi will finally rise to the throne.

We do not know the winning combination.

We do not know the song with which Radiohead will open at Primavera.

We don’t know almost anyone’s name.

But we know that we are going to go.

One by one.

Right now or thirty-eight years from now.

There is something violent and beautiful in this certainty.

In the ephemeral.

But we forgot.

And we live like this is forever.

As if there was always an after.

But there may not be.

Just as there are horrible ways to die, there are horrible moments to die.

Suddenly.

Imagine dying watching your ex’s last connection hour.

Or cleaning on clean.

I refuse.

That’s why I’m not going to do anything out of compromise.

Imagine that I die there.

At the wedding of a cousin I hardly know.

At the children’s table.

No.

Sorry.

I don’t want to go, because if I die, I’d rather die somewhere else.

Simple and honest.

I also refuse to die of things other than death.

I refuse to die of love.

I refuse to die of fear.

Because to do that would be to insult death itself and all that it means.

The end of the possibility of being better.

But if you have not died, it is not the end.

And we can do better.

Today that begins March.

And you say thankfully that February has passed.

Don’t be unconscious.

Thank goodness you’ve made it to February.

Live like the dying.

That is what we should do.

And what a mystery it is to take seconds from this life.

I can not choose.

But if I could choose a moment to die.

It would be in an instant full of tenderness.

Giving thanks with his hand on his chest.

Or in a kiss in the middle of a beach full of footprints.

That’s why I’m not going to stop thanking or kissing.

In case I die.

That when they think of me.

Sensation ensues.

To be receiving a hug.