I sat with my colleagues talking how
quickly time flies. They agree that when we were younger, time seems to move
slower- so leisurely lingering that sometimes it felt like it wasn’t even
moving. That we couldn’t wait for our summer breaks or weekends to crawl up so
we could holiday and play all along.
Those days, everything seemed permanent.
Like school would forever go on and we would be excitingly terrified of exams
every semester. Like college days would last and the friends we made through
high school and university would always remain. Those days it felt like even
the precious passing moments were never fleeting.
That, from our own little closets, we
viewed life differently, although with passion, zeal, hope and dreams. With
anticipation for a good future. For a life that’s made of a decent job, home
and comfort. Then, we thought we knew life. That we would have plenty of time
to spare for all the people we’ve come to know, and mostly for those we love.
Didn’t we also think we would never, ever lose them?
Many of us would perhaps recall our
younger, teenage days as the best days of our lives. Mostly because they were
devoid of pain and we were considerably truer to ourselves in many ways. Except
that we didn’t realize, time is the only constant thing that keeps ticking and
moving whether we laugh or cry, smile or frown, help or hinder, contribute or
destroy, share or take away, curse or bless somebody’s life.
One day you wake up and realize that
nothing lasts forever. That sometime or the other, you are bound to lose
something or somebody in life. And the older you grow, you start to battle a
busy life. It only gets busier and busier that you begin to wonder where did
all the time you thought you would have, disappear.
Too little time and too many things to
do- too many people to visit, too many thoughts to share, too many plans to
accomplish, too many places to see, too many families to bond with…just too
many things, but too little time.
Life is, in reality, too short for all
the things we want to do. It is too short to waste it on unnecessary discourse,
to throw opportunities away when it comes knocking at your door and to let its
precious moments get consumed by hatred, quarrel or dishonesty. Life is too precious
for us not to care, love or withhold kindness when you can and politeness when
it demands.
It is too precious for us to waste it
any other way because someday or the other, whether we like it or not, it’s
going to fade anyway. And the only thing that is going to matter in the end is
how well you have lived, and not the positions you have held, the kind of
people you associated with, the luxury you enjoyed, or the wealth you have
garnered.
In the end, life is simply how you make
of it that is going to decide what your life is. And so, it truly matters how
you carry yourself and deal with people with that gentle human spirit from
where you stand (regardless of whether others consider it important or less
important). That your best is seen even in all the little things that you do,
and that you shower kindness along the way because it’s one of the few gifts we
are free to share or hold back.
It is so direly important to be human,
to appreciate life and to share all its precious gifts; to grow and be a blessing
in whatever way we can, wherever you are placed, because time never waits for
us. It never stops for us to undo the things or take back the words we have
said.
We have only one chance, one childhood,
one youth and one life. But somebody however has rightly said that if we do it
right, once is enough. And we must truly make the best of what we have, the
best of whatever comes our way and the best of every opportunity to share
life’s rich blessings with one another.
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