Foreword

His gaze was lost, it seemed that he was not here, something in my trying to understand what was going on in his mind, how much did he think, what was he missing? those questions flooded my mind, and even if I thought over and over those questions, I never found answers.

- What are you thinking? -- I tell her as I try to find her look, but she doesn't look at me

- in nothing, I'm just trying to find meaning in life

- why, you should enjoy life, not think about its meaning

- how can I live something, if I don't know its meaning? Why do I need to live, why, why can't I lie in my bed and not live like everyone else? "It says

I get to see those black eyes, they look lost, like I don't know anything.

- one the meaning of life is a question that many do not know how to answer, and those who know it, realize that they spent so much time trying to answer the question, that they did not live, they realized, that it was too late to live and what good is it to discover the meaning of something if later, you will no longer be able to do it ? , you just wasted your time, if you want to not live, you can be lying in your bed until you die, trying to find those answers or you can get up and live life, and maybe when you die you have the answers to all your questions, because the best way to find something is to find something is to look for it, don't stand there thinking about where it can be? - I tell you as I drink some soda from the glass

for the first time since we've sat under the tree she looks at me, her dark eyes no longer look lost, as if she'd found what she was looking for, she looks up and looks at the tree.

- thank you.

I approach her and hug her, rest her head on my chest, as she keeps looking at the tree -- is it beautiful truth? - I tell you while I look at it too.

- yes, it's the most beautiful I've ever seen Jackson.