So, what is life about, is it some kind of a challenge, is this life a game for the tough, the good and the bad ....
Are we manipulated by a bigger power or do we make our own fate...
Everything is so complicated in my mind...
I feel guilty for his pain, I feel so small in front of him,
In front of hiss kindness, his big heart, his love...
He had just one goal to protect and to spread love, and that's what he did until his last breath...