Today, of those coincidences of life Hi5 checked my account, which I keep in semi-retirement since over a year. I visit about once every 4 or 5 months to clear trash and nothing more.
But this time I found among my friends to Carmencita Velazco and went to their profile. Nothing has changed. There are your photos igualitas and comments, and all his joy. Even some people have left comments new since the last time I saw him.
What has changed is that Carmencita died in October 2006.
obviously Hi5 does not contemplate the death of the owner of the account. Accounts Hi5, Facebook, hotmail, yahoo mail, etc, are eternal. In theory they can continue to exist forever. Unlike their owners.
You and I are going to die. It is an undeniable truth. Some uprooted suddenly and very young, other victims of diseases and other highly advanced ages after a long and hopefully rewarding existence. We do not know when or how, and no point in trying to find out. The case is that the person who comes to live 120 years could, in theory, continue to use the same email from Gmail to the last day of his life, after which your mail will continue to exist, and even receiving SPAM.
I guess the people who invented the internet and stuff it "forgot" that people die, perhaps as a sign of an unconscious desire to be eternal.
And who would not want to live forever? Imagine a world where no one ages beyond 35 or 40 years old and continues to live and work all you want. Our dreams have no limits, and we should think carefully about the consequences of our actions before committing, as they accompany us for a very long time.
But people like Walt Disney, Newton, Beethoven, Shakespeare, Da Vinci, continue here, working! Imagine the wonders that occur?
addition one might come to take a sabbatical century. Why would not hurry to finish the race, to marry, to get this or that position or having children. We would have all the time in the world.
But life is not eternal. Is finite. Ends. At the moment least expected, to the extent that it does not matter how much you rush to get the things you want, then do not even know if you are arriving that day.
What matters is that each day that gives us what we enjoy to the fullest, we enjoy ourselves, dream, laugh, play, because that day never to return. And on live
forever ... they actually do have the opportunity. Every day, through our actions, we mark the lives of other people, we are, we mark on his being. And they, in turn, marked by us, maracas others. We all live forever through others.
I dedicate these lines to those who tagged me and left, those who are no longer, people who inadvertently formed who I am, and live forever through me and those I frame. Amalia
Laos, my English teacher in medium IV. He was my mentor. Always smiling. Very strict, but always conquered with a good smile. Sometimes I feel as a teacher, I have plenty of it.
Father Robert Heil, my college pastor and professor of religion. I was a bit unhinged. Could be very kind, sweet and cheerful and also very hard and renegón. I was filled with funny anecdotes, an inexhaustible joy in the heart of the belief that anywhere in the world can be happy, because happiness takes one inside. In class was unpredictable, hyperactive, the undisputed center of attention, and at Mass was a star. I can not sing "Come to my house this Christmas" without thinking about it.
My Uncle Armando Mendez. Going home - ranch in Puerto knew with my family basically every time who had holidays or long weekend. At home I spent the best moments of my childhood. The sense of vast open spaces and total freedom I learned with him. Owner of the patience of a saint, surrounded by nephews remember him with a big smile that did not leave without showing teeth.
My Aunt Flor Mendez. Alaraca, hacendosísima and more loving planet. It was like a worker ant, the queen of the home perfect, always doing something at home. Could cook, sew and knit, embroider, and of course playing the piano. And he was always doing something like that. My first theatrical masks and costumes to me she did, with laughter, and the best birthday cakes also did it (though I must confess that the mass was a little dry). Never tired of being generous or home pay for all family gatherings. How strange when I squeezed the cheeks.
My cousin Daniel Revilla. was a bit older than me, 7 years I think. And I, a miserable dwarf, he broke his toys and sit on top of their houses lay. And he never hit me. To play with me and my other cousins, all smaller than him. He was for us the coolest cousin, who could do everything. I think it was my first hero. Godmother
Fatima. Daniel's mom and sister my mom crazy. She always lived intensely. I do not remember anyone else excited about anything in life. When you got something in his head had not take it out, and did everything to get it. Never surrender. Never afraid. When I was happy there was nobody happier. I think that he loved her child.
Unfortunately, when she was sad, no one else was sad, and Daniel's death devastated her. No longer wanted to live. And then fell ill and died. After his death I am convinced that someone can die simply by wishful thinking hard enough. Carmencita
Velazco. She was my friend since the first time we met in General Studies in Arts, at university, a member of the famous Banda del Choclito vital. The girl simpler and sweeter in the world. Super industrious, willful and even sacrificed. And very funny. In a play he spent hours each function proving robes to each of about 50 actors and sticking pins in each and every one of those wretched gowns worn by the Romans for that we are not falling, and without losing his good humor. He talked to her about religon, marketing and nonsense. We studied together many times, and did various jobs in college. She always worked harder than me. It was at a halloween party at home, I realized that what I felt for my butterfly was just a beautiful friendship.
We graduated college together. In the last picture I have of it, out happy, with his cloak, his cap and diploma, and her hair salon. It was the culmination of an era. Neither she imagined that two months later, would no longer be among us.
these few lines I remember with these great people that marked my life. With their brand, they live forever through me and all the other people whose existence has left its mark, as we continue to live in who scores.
If you look well, life is all slate desu. Let us mark well what kind of leave.
Thanks for reading this far.
But this time I found among my friends to Carmencita Velazco and went to their profile. Nothing has changed. There are your photos igualitas and comments, and all his joy. Even some people have left comments new since the last time I saw him.
What has changed is that Carmencita died in October 2006.
obviously Hi5 does not contemplate the death of the owner of the account. Accounts Hi5, Facebook, hotmail, yahoo mail, etc, are eternal. In theory they can continue to exist forever. Unlike their owners.
You and I are going to die. It is an undeniable truth. Some uprooted suddenly and very young, other victims of diseases and other highly advanced ages after a long and hopefully rewarding existence. We do not know when or how, and no point in trying to find out. The case is that the person who comes to live 120 years could, in theory, continue to use the same email from Gmail to the last day of his life, after which your mail will continue to exist, and even receiving SPAM.
I guess the people who invented the internet and stuff it "forgot" that people die, perhaps as a sign of an unconscious desire to be eternal.
And who would not want to live forever? Imagine a world where no one ages beyond 35 or 40 years old and continues to live and work all you want. Our dreams have no limits, and we should think carefully about the consequences of our actions before committing, as they accompany us for a very long time.
But people like Walt Disney, Newton, Beethoven, Shakespeare, Da Vinci, continue here, working! Imagine the wonders that occur?
addition one might come to take a sabbatical century. Why would not hurry to finish the race, to marry, to get this or that position or having children. We would have all the time in the world.
But life is not eternal. Is finite. Ends. At the moment least expected, to the extent that it does not matter how much you rush to get the things you want, then do not even know if you are arriving that day.
What matters is that each day that gives us what we enjoy to the fullest, we enjoy ourselves, dream, laugh, play, because that day never to return. And on live
forever ... they actually do have the opportunity. Every day, through our actions, we mark the lives of other people, we are, we mark on his being. And they, in turn, marked by us, maracas others. We all live forever through others.
I dedicate these lines to those who tagged me and left, those who are no longer, people who inadvertently formed who I am, and live forever through me and those I frame. Amalia
Laos, my English teacher in medium IV. He was my mentor. Always smiling. Very strict, but always conquered with a good smile. Sometimes I feel as a teacher, I have plenty of it.
Father Robert Heil, my college pastor and professor of religion. I was a bit unhinged. Could be very kind, sweet and cheerful and also very hard and renegón. I was filled with funny anecdotes, an inexhaustible joy in the heart of the belief that anywhere in the world can be happy, because happiness takes one inside. In class was unpredictable, hyperactive, the undisputed center of attention, and at Mass was a star. I can not sing "Come to my house this Christmas" without thinking about it.
My Uncle Armando Mendez. Going home - ranch in Puerto knew with my family basically every time who had holidays or long weekend. At home I spent the best moments of my childhood. The sense of vast open spaces and total freedom I learned with him. Owner of the patience of a saint, surrounded by nephews remember him with a big smile that did not leave without showing teeth.
My Aunt Flor Mendez. Alaraca, hacendosísima and more loving planet. It was like a worker ant, the queen of the home perfect, always doing something at home. Could cook, sew and knit, embroider, and of course playing the piano. And he was always doing something like that. My first theatrical masks and costumes to me she did, with laughter, and the best birthday cakes also did it (though I must confess that the mass was a little dry). Never tired of being generous or home pay for all family gatherings. How strange when I squeezed the cheeks.
My cousin Daniel Revilla. was a bit older than me, 7 years I think. And I, a miserable dwarf, he broke his toys and sit on top of their houses lay. And he never hit me. To play with me and my other cousins, all smaller than him. He was for us the coolest cousin, who could do everything. I think it was my first hero. Godmother
Fatima. Daniel's mom and sister my mom crazy. She always lived intensely. I do not remember anyone else excited about anything in life. When you got something in his head had not take it out, and did everything to get it. Never surrender. Never afraid. When I was happy there was nobody happier. I think that he loved her child.
Unfortunately, when she was sad, no one else was sad, and Daniel's death devastated her. No longer wanted to live. And then fell ill and died. After his death I am convinced that someone can die simply by wishful thinking hard enough. Carmencita
Velazco. She was my friend since the first time we met in General Studies in Arts, at university, a member of the famous Banda del Choclito vital. The girl simpler and sweeter in the world. Super industrious, willful and even sacrificed. And very funny. In a play he spent hours each function proving robes to each of about 50 actors and sticking pins in each and every one of those wretched gowns worn by the Romans for that we are not falling, and without losing his good humor. He talked to her about religon, marketing and nonsense. We studied together many times, and did various jobs in college. She always worked harder than me. It was at a halloween party at home, I realized that what I felt for my butterfly was just a beautiful friendship.
We graduated college together. In the last picture I have of it, out happy, with his cloak, his cap and diploma, and her hair salon. It was the culmination of an era. Neither she imagined that two months later, would no longer be among us.
these few lines I remember with these great people that marked my life. With their brand, they live forever through me and all the other people whose existence has left its mark, as we continue to live in who scores.
If you look well, life is all slate desu. Let us mark well what kind of leave.
Thanks for reading this far.
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