We live and yet we die... Do we live? Do we die? Which is it today? How do we feel?

What do we do then if each day is a new day and, each day is a day less, and each day may be our last? Are we positive when we think “today is a new day with new things” or are we negative when we think “today is one day less for me to live” … what if you see “one day less to live” as a good thing? What does it make you if that is your reason for living each new day?

Isn’t life then just a phase of our existence, a stop on the way to somewhere maybe unknown?

Are dreams another life in another place in another time? Sometimes dreams bring to us the news of tomorrow, today… Is it a day less or a day more then?

When we watch the sun cast a last glance at us with her rich golden and red colors, before the moon starts with his starry orchestra, does the sun set, or does she rise? Or does Mother Nature simply turn her face the other way?

Do we live? Do we die?