Death appears every day in the news, but there are deaths that get a special echo, like that of the doctor Carles Miñarro, who will be remembered this Tuesday night with a minute of silence at the Montjuïc Stadium, before the start of the Barça-Benfica Champions League match. The sudden disappearance of a still young man, a father of a family, who was part of a team of even younger boys and regular providers of joy, passion, controversy and noise, is in stark contrast to the silence of an empty stand for a suspended match and the subsequent messages of condolence and disbelief from the players on social media and in the photo.
Death disorients us; if it is like this, even more so. In these cases I remember a combative, adult conversation held with Raimon Panikkar where he was standing at the head of the street: "Did you not know that one day you were going to die? Did no one explain it to you? There is possible pain and possible misfortune. Whoever does not know how to integrate the part of pain and suffering that every existence entails is a dreamer."
This is the paradox: it is not about thinking about death, which is great. Rather, what is necessary is to think about life, and to live every minute of it in its immense possibilities. All this, of course, depends on the experiences lived and the age range, because as the years go by, some certainties become clearer and more indisputable, such as that life goes by very quickly. And faced with this reality, Panikkar added, there is only one possible piece of advice: to become masters of our own destiny.
