Source
The last trip comes without warning, without preparation or decision. Sometimes, it does not even allow us to say goodbye, and we leave without a goodbye, a hug, an “I love you” or an “excuse me”.
While we live, we make many plans and take many trips, but we rarely think about that last trip, which comes when we least expect it and transports us to another plane, like a thief.
It is a rapture that leaves pain and tears, something inexplicable that seems like a lie, and it is difficult for our loved ones to accept it. It hurts so much that even breathing becomes complicated.
We never think that we can lose our life at any moment, and we waste it chasing material things, accumulating goods and attaching ourselves to the ephemeral, when we know that we will take nothing with us.
Watching so many around me leave has led me to reflect on my own life, which feels like a distant echo, and I wonder how much time I have left.