Ce este Iadul?

Iadul este atunci cand un avion de maxima siguranta, aflat la mii de metri altitudine, se defecteaza si apoi se prabuseste in mijlocul unui ocean, fara nicio putinta de a se salva.

Iadul a fost atunci cand cei 215 pasageri si cei 16 membri ai echipajului au inteles ca vor muri. Cat sa fi insemnat pentru ei? Au fost acele cateva secunde prea putine pentru a le trece prin fata ochilor intreaga viata, sau infinit prea multe pentru a suporta groaza si disperarea de a te simti murind? Cati dintre ei au inebunit de teama, cati au murit de inima, cati dintre ei au numarat secundele pana la impact si cati au reusit sa stranga mana cuiva, inainte de a muri? Cati dintre ei au plans, cati au tipat si cati au amutit, paralizati cu totul de groaza? Cati dintre ei au supravietuit prabusirii in apa si au murit inecati, cati si-au tinut rasuflarea, secunde dupa secunde, sperand intr-un miracol, pana cand adancurile i-au inghitit? Cati dintre ei nu aveau pe nimeni in lumea asta, astfel incat sa nu lase gol in sufletul nimanui? La ce s-a gandit fiecare, in acel moment? Cati dintre ei ar fi dat orice sa mai poate spune, o singura data, “te iubesc” sau “imi pare rau”?

Acele secunde de constientizare, apoi de dementa, inseamna Iadul.

Iadul este acolo unde Dumnezeu lasa sa se intample asemenea lucruri de neinteles.

When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you’re sure you’ve had enough of this life, well hang on
Don’t let yourself go, ’cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes

Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it’s time to sing along
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
When you think you’ve had too much of this life, well hang on

‘Cause everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts. Don’t throw your hand. Oh, no. Don’t throw your hand
If you feel like you’re alone, no, no, no, you are not alone

If you’re on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
When you think you’ve had too much of this life to hang on

Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts. You are not alone…

Sometimes everything is wrong. Everyboby cries. And everyboby hurts sometimes.   If you feel like you’re alone, no, no, no, you are not alone… Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on… Hang on…

… Even there is no tomorrow.

Death has no meaning.

Ferice de cei care nu simt nimic afland aceasta intamplare, cei pentru care aceste cifre ale mortii raman simple statistici, fara a-i face sa se teama de nimic.

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Cata irosire in noi. Viata e asa de scurta, suntem atat de putin stapani pe secundele ei…