Appreciating the strength of life
I am ashamed of having survived like this.
But should I have died?
I had my reasons for coming back to life.
First and foremost, to thank the souls who loved me unconditionally without me asking.
Maybe that's why I died,
so that I would remember them.
But not like you remember something with gratitude when someone has given you something - I didn't know what that meant back then, but like death looks at life and envies life. But that was a different kind of envy. An envy that sees. And that's how I came to see how life gave me life for the first time. Then I looked inside myself and saw this life in my heart. Then I knew I had it. And that's how I survived.
Now I feel the urge to give these beings their immortality back.
Because love, believe it or not, is everything that exists.
Everything that was, is and will be. I have to show these people what they did back then so that they can live here and now in a world where a person lives who firmly believes that they have achieved everything that can be achieved in life.
I want to give them the feeling that they deserve:
to be finished and to live happily with me on this earth at the same time.
With someone who has been reborn, someone powerful.
Someone who loves unconditionally.
