We are moments... we are minutes... or I am correct we are not time because it is ephemeral. Suddenly you become nothing, it's as if suddenly a high-end fan, moving power and at very high speed creates a lethal tunnel of death shaking everything in its path on your roof, your house, your space, with all the unimaginable force taking your life... Until you disappear ... but you remain in the hearts of those who loved you in life.

This is one of the worst fateful, lethal tragedies that I have seen in the last decade, the images are very strong of what I have been able to see in Turkey and Syria my soul is broken. I can't stop thinking about all the people who are suffering the death of a loved one today.

All parents are hurt by their children... I can't imagine what those people who survived may be feeling and other images that moved me as a man was sitting on the ruins of what was his home holding the hand of his dead daughter I felt that I broke down inside and immersed myself for a moment in a feeling of grief and sadness, those of us who have gone through such duels due to unexpected misfortunes There are no magic formulas to overcome the pain or a single way to do it.

Social sensitivity, empathy, spirituality, understanding, and much more for the world, It is necessary! This is very strong, it is very painful, and I do not wish such a situation on anyone.

Overcoming these tragedies (more than 11 thousand dead) can cost a whole life and one may never recover... it's time to learn to live again, but for those of us who are from afar, it costs us nothing a prayer, a word, or the help that we can. These things serve to unite, to feel that we are family because although it is another country, another culture, other customs are human beings with the same God, on the same planet.

At the beginning of the post, I said that it is the worst tragedy because it shows the fact, the terrible of the moment, and the result which is chaos and death. But I have also seen the birth, the being, the life that emerges among the ruins, the waste, all this sensitizes me in the deepest because I feel the pain of the father, of the mother, of the human being because I empathize with those who suffer at this moment for the lost, and for those who still harbor the hope of finding a living affection and that is when we thank God for our today and now under the roof of our home, with the warm hugs of our loved ones that we have by our side, for the pet that is our company.

We have forgotten to live

We spend our life doing a job we hate, only to die later without having lived anything. Every time you learn something, you will have a psychological change. Although we spend a large part of our lives studying and/or working, (although this is NOT a bad thing to do), we forget about our space, and our "hobbies", remember that it is not being alive but how you are living, and we forget to live.

Time goes by, and we don't realize that we live to work. We live postponing meetings, and outings with friends and /or family, putting aside our time, our tastes, making love, and our personal life (which is very important).

The meaning of all this is that we are vulnerable, we are the essence, and we are an instant, we have to enjoy life while we are alive I learned with my mom in childhood

So, I invite you to forgive us for the times we have been hard on ourselves and also for forgetting to give us the place we deserve.
We have to focus on the positive, and be filled with joy every moment because there is no time, it is the task of every day. For the rest, remember that it is worth crying, that it is worth feeling pain...that it is worth bending the knees for a while; that will soothe our soul and soothe our sorrows... it will allow us to take the impulse to follow the path, which it is up to us to follow until we have fulfilled it.

"Lord, take care of our children and parents, comfort the afflicted, and fill us all with your peace and your wisdom to know what to do day by day." My epitaph in relation to this terrible sinister is: "There are many people who die at any age and forget to live again, while the time...an in the end, the only thing that happens is that they forgot to live.

We pray for the people of Turkey and Syria, whose lives have been devastated by the earthquake. Worse disaster ever! 😔🙏