"i don't know what he's so afraid of" "death is another stage of life, just like childhood, adolescence or motherhood..."

those were the words of a heartbroken woman trying to convince herself that the grave health condition of the love of her life was something she should accept humbly.

the man she was crying for is a man a lot of people will cry for. he's a wonderful person. i too hate to see him go through this. he loves life and doesn't want to let go. i, myself, wish he wouldn't but i can't deny that it might just be time to. he's suffering and by the looks of things he won't be able to recover. he's had an amazing life: seriously, someone could write a best-selling book about it.

it's so hard, every time, to accept it. death. but that isn't really any one's prerogative, is it?

well. you have to accept it. there is no other choice. and you can always keep your memories and learnings. nothing and no one can take that from you. i've learned and received so much from quique. he will always exist in my heart, no matter when his time comes.

i got "the book thief" as a gift. as i started reading it i realized how original the author was in the way he told the story of a german girl during world war II. it's a long book, but at the end you find yourself completely into the story, and for a second, you feel like you understand how human beings are so imperfect that they actually make sense and how tragic and beautiful the human behavior is, all at the same time. needless to say, i really liked it.