Love as the Only Legacy

I no longer know where I’m going.
And I no longer need to know.
I no longer fight against the current,
I let myself be carried.

Life tore away my certainties,
shattered my heart,
and in that emptiness,
I heard the truth:
we are nothing but a breath,
a passage,
dust offered to the wind.

Then I understood.
The treasure is not to possess,
nor to appear,
but to live.
To live each moment
as a fragile miracle.

From that day on, I was free.
Free to walk slowly,
to love deeply,
to savor simplicity
as if it were a secret feast.

For every warrior,
there comes a time
to lay down the sword.
And in that gesture, wisdom is born.

To the youth, I bequeath my scars,
my fire,
my knowledge.
But I let them fall too,
for every fall is a learning.

So listen:
Dream.
Dare.
Fall.
Rise again.
Do not seek perfection,
seek truth.

And above all, love.
Love without measure.
Without calculation.
Without restraint.
Love until you burn,
until you tremble,
until you lose yourself.

For at the final breath,
only one trace will remain:
Love.
All the rest
is but dust and forgetting.