Pico de Orizaba

Pico de Orizaba
Taken from Huatusco, Veracruz, the closest town to Margarita's family's ranch.

Saturday, June 13, 2015

And in the end...

...the world lives with the mess "men" make and leave behind when they leave... and the cycle continues as the world continues spinning... and it seems that there truly wasn't anything we could have done to prevent what was always coming...

it's funny... in my words... that we shut our eyes or they cease seeing and our minds cease thinking (if we allowed them to think)... and even if we should have concerned ourselves with regrets and trying to repair damage we caused in the past, we suddenly cease being... meaning that we cease feeling (if we allowed ourselves to feel what we may have caused others to feel or what we were helpless or without the mind or the heart or the capacity to change for the others)--how I felt when Margarita's grandfather Oligario died...  that the world keeps spinning and it really doesn't matter what he did... the aftermath of his behaviors continue, although he left it all behind...  

In the end, it seems that none of it really mattered...

It matters to me in the moment... But when I cease being, will it really matter what mattered to me at any given moment?

The importance ceased existing...  

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