All those experiences that become part of our memories, I don't know for what reason or circumstances they remain anchored in the brain. Every time death touches my being again, then it is like when we step in the dust where we walk. He gets up, makes his noise, and falls again.
What matters, at the end of all, is that we have more and more strength to endure suffering and move forward. Because while we are on this plane, we must be united in love; it is what gives us the strength to continue until our turn comes.
Long live life!