I’m not quite sure why you won’t be born.
And perhaps I didn’t even ask because I knew that this might be for the better.
That if it was an ideal situation for you to be born, then you would be progressing along just fine.
I learned that the natural course of nature works that way; the way it should work. Not based on emotions or what someone wants, but just the way it should. The normal cause and effect of everything in life regardless of what humans may think.
This is not to say that I don’t want to throw a tantrum, because I do. I want so much for you to be born, but perhaps that also is my own selfish desire. And it’s never easy to say goodbye, even if you’ve been here only a short while.
It’s so hard to say goodbye… because I don’t want to. Because I love you.
I thought this was just the beginning, only to realize it was actually the end.
But I’m going to say goodbye in the best possible way.
Your father asked me the other day, if I knew he was going to pass away in a specified amount of time, what I would do. The answer was quite simple. I would spend every moment with him and go see the world together.
Perhaps, that was merely a premonition for you.
So before I say goodbye, within the limited amount of time I have with you.
I’m going to show you the world.
The whole wide world.
As much as I can.
With as much fervour and vigor I have for life.
So you can see how beautiful it really is.
So you can feel like you’ve lived every moment to its fullest.
I’m going to let you feel all the emotions you can to the extent that’s humanly possible.
I’m going to let you taste as many different foods as possible. And travel to see as many different places as possible. I’m going to read as many beautiful words and books as possible. I’m going to let you meet all our beautiful and loving friends. I’m going to show you the depths and heights of everything I can through my eyes before you leave.
I’m going to show you how much you are loved.