That's what I wrote on my mother's grave. Nazeni Hovhannisyan's touching post
They don't say that years are just numbers and that's it...
The years are the centuries you have lived, from your great-grandfather to your born or unborn child.
are the successful and unsuccessful pages of your nation and your personal history, are the centuries of shame and the moments of happiness, which always seem so short, almost insignificant...
It's the moments you've lived, the flavors you remember and your crying eyes,
formed by the smile or the wrinkles around your eyes is your planet, the planet of your feelings, which distinguishes each moment from the other,
innumerable are your whites, which betray you, conspiring out of your common tuft of hair and giving it to silver in the sun; betraying you, your age, the abyss inside you and the bottomless of your dreams....
Telling the unattainable and hard-to-reach things in your life...
They don't say that the years are only the numbers in the passport...
Every second is the moment you ran, didn't sleep and breathed the air with pleasure....from which your heart is still racing.
Do you have a doubt?
your eternal doubt about what you did and what you chose.
In every year of your life, what you DID maybe was less than what you DID not do.
How many incomplete lives you have, unfulfilled...
but nothing...
Regardless of age, don't get tired;
.... huh?
We have countless moments engraved in our destiny, and no, not just years.
other centuries, from the love of Adam and Eve, to our loveless days... to our ownless days...
Years are not whole numbers, no!
Merciful of God, they are drops of immortality that have no beginning, but alas have an end,
end of confidence, end of a pure soul, gone to carefree childhood...
the years lived have an end, when you understand that nothing has changed since the creation of the world to this day).
A finger remains a finger,
good, willing, creative,
Evil, envious and destructive,
lazy, weak, conceited,
Man... eternally wrong, but aspiring.
some m upwards!
some are eternal undercarriage.
At the end.
do you understand
Man is alone
The meaning is Faith.
Love: Divine.
My mother knew everything...
Isahakyan used to say:
"We are born unwillingly,
we live in wonder
we die of longing."
That's what I wrote on my mother's grave...
He lived the WISDOM of millennia and left when he understood everything.
Let go of longing so as not to hinder the SOULS in heaven from STAYING IN THE LIGHT.
#2011 #2025 In eternal memory of Emma Blayan.
