The First and the Last Minutes by Yulyana Tereschenko

If you think about it,
the difference between the first and the last minutes of a person’s life is so huge that it’s frightening. How many things are there between this moments? What actually is there? Who is this person who is lying now on the bed, feeling his body letting him go?
At the first minute of your life you are nothing. Nothing but the world around you.You are no thoughts, no feelings, no personality. Just the body and the space around it.You are an empty box, a shelve, a library that waits to be filled. At the first minute of your life you start to store. Minutes, faces, moments, words - at one moment all of this reaches your ears, your eyes, your skin and at this moment you are no longer empty. From this moment on the world fills you more and more. You start to feel something that you can’t put in words because you don’t know even one yet. But you feel something and to show that you start to cry. And then your life begins.
And then it passes. And now you have so much inside of you. All your experience, your stored moments, your library is full. You have so many words, but still they’re not enough to express everything. All that moments and words and all your life concentrates in one minute now. You’re just moments away from the end and then all of that just goes away. You wish you could take it all out and just give it away so all of it won’t just disappear.  But everything you’ve stored inside of you from that moment that the sound and light hit you for the first time, all that huge collection of everything will leave with you. And then you look around and see how you change the world. Each of your words and movements has left its impact, it hasn’t just vanished. And that’s all that you will leave behind.
Funny how you were nothing but the world around you at the beginning and you are just the same in the end. You were thoughts and feelings for so many years and now you’re nothing but their expression. The world that you’ve seen at the first moment of your life has soaked into you and it’s been changing for so many years to become what it is now, when you’re leaving. And then it stops changing and disappears. It’s no longer your world, it’s just the world, you’ve stopped changing it and now you’re gone (and you don’t even know it).