The canister

Mercedes was ninety-three. That day she felt very bad. A doctor came and sent her to hospital. She knew something was going wrong. A senior doctor entered and told her daughter: “Don’t worry, she will not feel pain”. Ten minutes later, a morphine canister was empty, just as Mercedes’ life.

The compulsive sufferer

She thought her life was collapsing. At work, everything was against her. In her private life nothing seemed easy. Besides, she felt she was redundant since her children were already adults, so she had nothing to strive for. Definitely, she was fascinated by the idea of disappearing from the world.

That marvellous weekend

Life was hard. They had been longing for that weekend. It was going to be their first weekend in a seaside resort. They bought suitcases and summer clothes. That weekend came and, with it,  a front of clouds full of rain from the Atlantic. Again, on Monday the sun shone.

The self unknown man

He was well considered in his community. Perhaps, even some people might admire him. Nevertheless he hadn’t meditated a single minute in his life. One day he did it. He realized he was but a hot air balloon. He was deeply unemotional. He had always had to make up himself.