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Quasi all the acts of homage to the dead, and I have participated and participate in many, have a load of hypocrisy and fear of those who attend.
Fear, before our fragile weakness and hypocrisy because at that moment we are almost never sincere when analyzing the life and works of the one who lies before us.The general tendency is to forget and continue living, while slowly or quickly, the memory of our loved ones fades.
It could not be otherwise.
A day like this, invented by the living, is a mixture of commercial and religious that serves as an excuse to remember those who remain the rest of the days in oblivion.I like (it is a saying and accepting the expression) to walk through the cemeteries when there is solitude, the birds are heard, the aroma or the sound of the wind.
Listen to the silence among the remains of matter of those who sleep "the eternal dream of the just" and are not moved by the very day of Los Santos and the bustle that is celebrated above.I also feel the anguish of those who remain confined without being able to feel the aroma of the morning, the dew of the dawn, the light of day or the darkness of night, regenerating life with its matter and "sharing with the living" that we should never forget how light is existence and that we are nothing.Only the memory of our events in life, limited in time and the people who have loved us ...Lost in the eternity of the Universe.
But it is very important to have a place or space to remember the dead with the respect they deserve.
Where they are best remembered is some corner of our aching heart.
In that place, hypocrisy does not exist or is minor.Let's enjoy this day, remembering or interpreting what "they" would like us to do.
I am convinced that it is much simpler (Your wishes) of the complications that we look for in life.
Source: Juan José Cánovas
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