As Long as There Are Words

Nothing I do can bring back those who have passed. But through words, I can encourage, strengthen, and offer hope to my readers. I know how difficult life can be, but I also believe that each of us can be a battering ram—firm, positive, and loving—for those around us.

I don't expect everyone to like what I write. But to those who do, I ask for support—because it's what I need to carry on. I don't know how much longer I'll have the strength. My body is sick, and every day I feel weaker. This is the reality I face, and also the reality of the world.

We are all responsible for one another. We need to cultivate goodwill and empathy, because it is this empathy that sustains us in our daily lives. Don't feel alone: ​​there are always consciousnesses around us that support us. It all depends on how we choose to see and feel life.

When I close my eyes, another universe reveals itself around me—and I know, with absolute certainty, that this is the true truth. That's where I'll go when my mission here ends. I came into this world to serve, and I seek to do so with gallantry, always bringing light and happiness.