The last sunday of my life

 THE LAST SUNDAY OF MY LIFE

Dear friend who reads me,

Once more, I invoke your presence, hoping that by channeling your energy, the day will become brighter, dispelling the shadows that hover over the sky I have called life. As I focus on your essence, I reflect on the steps I still have left to climb. A whisper of fear calls to me from the future, and though the path seems familiar, I feel something unforeseen will cross my way.

Today, standing atop a mountain, I gaze upon the vastness unveiled before me. And in this pinnacle of clarity, a fervent and strangely delightful yearning to leap into the final flight with this mortal body washes over me.

Within me dwells a reverent love for death and a profound respect for life. Yet, my deepest desire is to transcend attachments, gratefully embracing all that fate lays before me. I am ready to welcome both sorrow and joy, for they are the threads that weave the tapestry of existence. I shall not sow hatred, nor political or religious apathy; I refuse to be fertile soil for the discord that corrodes and divides souls, binding us to a sea of greed and selfishness.

My soul finds itself in a state of creative tension between the present and the future. On one side is the anxiety that stirs; on the other, the serene devotion invites me to surrender. I stand at the threshold of two paths, awaiting a revelation, yet trembling before the answer that will arrive in due time, as I am deemed worthy.

I have asked the Universe to guide my steps toward purifying my being. And so I continue, walking the path that resonates in my heart. Each day, I witness the slow decay of this living matter I call my body, this temporary garment of my existence. And in this acceptance of impermanence, I find a space of surrender that teaches me to love and to exist with greater depth.

For I also know that I will depart on a Sunday afternoon, casting myself into the arms of the Infinite. On the day of the Sun, I shall shed all earthly presence, bidding farewell with serenity. Though I am in no haste to leave, I yearn, little by little, to dissolve. I wish to feel myself slowly withdrawing from the material until I depart with the sweet and fulfilled sense of a duty well accomplished.