I wonder...

Sometimes I wonder...
not about  presence, but about absence,
not about coming or being...
I wonder about leaving...

When will it be the last time, our last bye,  when will we go...
When we're old and grey or....

How will we go...
on our bed peacefully, or...

Where will we go...
Will we be reborn, go to that place they call heaven, or...

What will we leave behind...
Our friends, our family, a pet, a mother, our other half, a  precious child,
now broken,
with beautiful memories or a bunch of wonderful plans, perhaps.

When we're leaving will we (be able to) look back or will we not care,
will it be unbearable not to be able to comfort the ones we love,
to say : 'I'm going to a good place now, don't worry your pretty head.'


After we're gone...
will people gather in masses and tell funny stories, share kind words, or...

Will we be remembered,
as warm hearts as we live on in memories forever or...

And the moment that we realize our time to go has come,
will we be able to reflect on our life with a smile
and say: 'I enjoyed it and I did what I could. I made a change, I lived a life of purpose and I will leave the world a better place, because I have lived.'








or will we regret all the things we didn't do..
the things we could have said,
the love we could have shown,
the things we could have seen..
All that we could have been, could have.








I've recently been told that the only thing certain about life is death...
True.. I think everyone with a right mind agrees with that.
I also think...that thinking about dying, as inevitable as it is or maybe because it is inevitable, is essential for living fully,
as if you might die tomorrow.
So I wonder...