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So my grandpa passed away this night. I would be spending my day taking care of him today in the hospital, unfortunately I wasn't able to, it was too late. I receive the news early in the morning. The death of loved one is always difficult moment, but is also a moment full of instrospection.
There's a lot of cope when someone dies, "he's in a better place now" and things like that. You can see how people struggle to cope with death even by the way they react, some histrionically, others remain quiet, some try to look tough and many even try using humour to deal with it. The misery of existence.
It's such an inevitable thing you're always trying to look away but you know it's going to happen someday, to everyone, you'll be losing everyone you love, until the ones who love you lose you and the circle continues. That's when you realise that everything is pointless and cope.
Chasing money, traveling the world... What a bunch of bullshit. The only real and worth thing in this world as a human is bonding with another human, or humans. You can live everywhere, even under a bridge or in the middle of a jungle, when you have someone by your side, you can be happy. On the other hand, living in the most expensive mansion by a caribbean beach only by yourself can be the most depressing thing ever.
My grandpa had a great life. I don't think any money in this earth could buy it. I don't think Elon Musk or Jeff Bezos could ever experience the joy this man had in his life. No, he didn't go overseas, he barely left his hometown, he didn't had money, he lived on minimum wage, he didn't know the world and had knowledge, he barely knew how to read. Yet, he was happy. The happiest person I have know probably.
He had a woman, only one, who he spent all his life with until the very last day of her life, he had a bunch of kids and grandkids which he couldn't give the most expensive toy, but could give love, kids which will have this memory of him until the end of their own lives.
His life is something I could never dream of, unfortunately. He was one of a kind, perhaps of the last good persons left in this mad world, the irrefutable proof to me that the one was not always, and definitely not totally made of trash. Rest in peace, grandpa.
There's a lot of cope when someone dies, "he's in a better place now" and things like that. You can see how people struggle to cope with death even by the way they react, some histrionically, others remain quiet, some try to look tough and many even try using humour to deal with it. The misery of existence.
It's such an inevitable thing you're always trying to look away but you know it's going to happen someday, to everyone, you'll be losing everyone you love, until the ones who love you lose you and the circle continues. That's when you realise that everything is pointless and cope.
Chasing money, traveling the world... What a bunch of bullshit. The only real and worth thing in this world as a human is bonding with another human, or humans. You can live everywhere, even under a bridge or in the middle of a jungle, when you have someone by your side, you can be happy. On the other hand, living in the most expensive mansion by a caribbean beach only by yourself can be the most depressing thing ever.
My grandpa had a great life. I don't think any money in this earth could buy it. I don't think Elon Musk or Jeff Bezos could ever experience the joy this man had in his life. No, he didn't go overseas, he barely left his hometown, he didn't had money, he lived on minimum wage, he didn't know the world and had knowledge, he barely knew how to read. Yet, he was happy. The happiest person I have know probably.
He had a woman, only one, who he spent all his life with until the very last day of her life, he had a bunch of kids and grandkids which he couldn't give the most expensive toy, but could give love, kids which will have this memory of him until the end of their own lives.
His life is something I could never dream of, unfortunately. He was one of a kind, perhaps of the last good persons left in this mad world, the irrefutable proof to me that the one was not always, and definitely not totally made of trash. Rest in peace, grandpa.
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