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Life is too Short

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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