Fragility

After being so many years far away from home, there has finally come the time when I have begun to think a lot about the moment in which people I love the most will finally pass away. I have come to think a lot about my passing moment as well. It just has come naturally, while riding my motorbike everyday to work and back. It’s dangerous, no question about it. Yet, I do it everyday and pray for the worst not to happen to me. I take it easy when I ride and it feels weird to see people drive their cars and ride their bikes in such irresponsible way. Hell yeah I love speed, but at least I try to make it “safely” anytime I feel like pushing the envelope, and then I choose some “quite empty” long and wide street. It’s fun, but it’s dangerous, and I find it stupid to forget this fact. It takes nothing to get killed and this is something I have learned from karate, from my dad’s job, from my passion for the two wheels and from my life in Colombia. Life is so fragile and we tend to forget this cruel but real fact and that’s why we should just try to make everyday count, kiss as many times as possible, enjoy that cup of coffee in the morning, just like I did today, looking at my girlfriends eyes, those big blue eyes are so beautiful. You should call the ones you love, tell them you love them, because if there’s one thing you can be sure of, it is that soon or later this mysterious thing called “life” will end, and maybe those you didn’t phone in the last years, well, they will simply not be there anymore for you.