Life is so unpredictable and mysterious, and I think that’s what makes it beautiful. When we are very young, we only have happiness and the good memories of our parents taking care of us: we are innocent. Some time after that we grow up and start experiencing life by our own, therefore we acquire more memories and more ideas, more and more learning. Some time later we grow old, gathering all those dusty reflections of our life, accumulating feelings, memories and traditions that have made us how we are now. But then, there comes the process of letting go and pass them to the next people who will be there after us. It is painful, it is hard, but we must do it, to be in peace, to be able to go, to be able to sleep, with him… forever.

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