RESISTANCE - Why do bad things happen to good people?

Law of Moral

What about the best time of life?

You discover that everyone has their own. There is no specific moment. These are our achievements over time. They are people who make us better at any time.

The choices...

When I chose Ângelo to be my little brother in the big city, I knew I would need him. And when he chose me to be his little brother, he certainly knew that too.

We were looking for the meaning of that phrase together.

My brother was gone forever. Every moment with him was a lifetime.

Sometimes I remember seeing him arrive at that balcony and then he asks me:

"Nilo, how did I die?"

This is my conscience killing me inside. A mixture of pain and guilt. An innocent and irreparable game.

It feels preety bad, you know?

First, you have the feeling of being sucked in, shrinking like a balloon that loses all the air. You lose your breath, then you then the floor falls out from under you and then you fall.

Cursed be the time when I dragged him almost forcibly on top of that quad.

What an injustice!

It is life showing its most cruel side.

Only in his twenties. He didn't deserve it. God must have a lot to explain. His girlfriend and all his friends paid him a sea of beautiful tributes on social networks.

How dear you were!

I remember that I broke the news to his mother over the phone. Then I heard a sigh.

And then a hoarse and painful cry of sadness, which breaks you to pieces. As if she was gone too.

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Some time has passed, my brother!

That little ride that I came up with anticipated your time. And I will have to live with it all my life.

What a trap!

I remember you cursing me for "jinxing" you so much. How easy it is to lose your life and with it all your dreams.

I remember your conversations about wedding with your girlfriend that year.

You said that the party would be a ballad in your style. And that you would kiss and love her all night long, on the long-awaited Honeymoon on a cruise on the high seas, very blue, in any calm place and with a serene and passionate breeze.

Of course, I would be your best man.

I remember the professional plans you had, my dear. That you would do your best ...

I remember you fighting for me, telling me to relax and take the risk.

Some time has passed, you know...

That tragic night, I promised myself that I would make all my dreams come true, tirelessly, just like you. No weight.

I decided to face that ton of tests to become a pilot.

Life happens down here, but I feel like I like that part up there, making my dream come true. I will adapt on my first flight.

To this day I visit your grave, even though I know you would hate these expressions of affection and run with me from there, telling me to live my life in a noisier place.

It's been a long time, partner.

And when it's my turn, we'll see each other. And we will have a lot of stories to tell.

I remember once you, in a playful tone, said to me:

"I want you to live knowing that you are going to die someday, and that you die knowing that you lived right."

And even without having time, I want to thank you for having been part of my life. Thanks for the conversations, advice, teachings, antics, slaps in the face.

Now, let me prepare to fight the Resistance.

Tomorrowis another day.