There are many ways to die. No, it's not about choosing between disease, poison, disaster, or a banal death from old age.

It's not about that.

About who will die.

And there is a choice...

If - and this happens every time - you are ignored, not accepted, not recognized, then you, or rather, each of us, have, although no, we are being given a "great opportunity" to give up ourselves, our desire, to freeze and somehow sneak into the "paradise" world of recognition as a convenient corpse that meets the requirements and expectations of a corpse. Then we will receive more or less desirable livers for exemplary cadaveric behavior. True, we will have to pay for it later - with inner emptiness, boredom, and illness, but as Galich's song about insomnia and the trait "so it's, you know, later."

There is, however, a second way to die. It is much more complicated and difficult. One can allow one's self to die, that already dead remnant whose task is to fit us into the Procrustean bed of family, society, religion, ideology, etc. at any cost. To abandon the expectation of recognition in order to have a desire for our own being. Extremely unique, unlike anything else, and therefore truly alive. Extremely lonely and therefore able to contact other living souls.

Which death would you choose, reader?