Uno no elige su vida: es la vida la que lo elige.

I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don’t want to die.

Do you listen to the wolves, Seoman?” Jiriki asked. “It’s hard n-not to.” “They sing such fierce songs.” The Sitha shook his head. “They are like your mortal kind. They sing of where they have been, and what they have seen and scented. They tell each other where the elk are running, and who has taken whom to mate, but mostly they are merely crying ‘I am! Here I am!’

Written By Rudyard Kipling

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