Dark clouds

Life cannot be taken as a game and we should not act like players. Maybe if we refuse to see life as what it is, then maybe we can choose to take it as the game that will be played again and again and again until the last voice is heard. But why not then better choose to be dancers that follow the music that passion brings and maybe just maybe we will actually live

Or- if we are fools- maybe we should choose to be spectators so after enjoying the show we can get up and leave the place...or maybe, actually we could choose to be the stars of our own stage so while we live we could shine in such a manner that when we leave people will always want to come back to see us.

Perhaps we should never choose to be observers to learn from distance so that when we get another chance, if we get another, we wont be making the mistakes that are so devastating. If we stay there, the truth is that we wont get another chance and what are we doing there then?

Or better perhaps even better if we are cowards, to choose to be asleep in some senses forgetting where life really is and instead choose to live simply to "exist" when awake. Ultimately, while you sleep, life is just passing by, every single unrepeatable second, just passing by

But never a game, and never players

And love... love cannot be a joke nor something that can be diminished or forgotten or dishonored when it enters your house. Love should be cherished like sunset, held like a bird, nourished like an infant, protected like glass, worshiped as the unique thing that takes us closer to God

But when we choose to be players and smilingly mock what love has given us, and foolishly believe that life is just ahead, and love is just another chance, the glimpses of true joy that sparkled our lives, turn into a dark, dense cloud, and the essence of that joy, free for better,flies away to never come back

Beatriz