A child

Once upon a time there was a child born into this world. Unknowingly, innocently, to find one's place and the meaning of life.

As he grew, his knowledge increased. In the beginning with love, then with difficulty, when he lost a lot, life raised him for life. the hope was always with him that he would grow up, have power and change everything, maybe he could make the world better.

He only learned about wars in books and believed that there can be no more world wars, because he thought that man learns from his mistakes. But they are forgotten with the mistakes made. Generations come and go, and we no longer remember the great sins, and we commit them again and again.

The child is now an adult. He served his country. He believed in family. He believed in a better world.

Seeing the present. What should he tell his children? Should they believe in a better world? Should they believe in themselves that they can make this world a better place? Should they believe as he did when he was a child?

People say that life is a great director. What a truth. But as long as we live, we get up in the morning and go. Whether the day is successful or unsuccessful, we get up the next morning with new hope and proceed our journey. This is the way.

"The dawn is beautiful because the eternal darkness lurks there every night."
Zorán