The difference between me and my brother is that he wanted to be loved more than he wanted to live, and I want to live more than I wanted love

Who can say which is better? It is not for humans to know

But I have survived, surviving knows the values of survival. Life chooses what is correct and true according to itself.

But maybe death knows something else and that is his secret for now

And those secrets of death and fear I choose to ignore, because you can’t know everything at once, there are too many truths to know and you must leave some behind like books and clothes when travelling somewhere else