VALUE EVERY PERSON IN YOUR LIFE

 

When I say to value  persons in life means value of that person not how much you feel happy with him or her. But its voidness that you feel without that per in your life. Normally when our near or dear ones are alive we do not consider their worth in our life, we just think they are there and always will be there. But the fact is that  as per the rule of nature, we all have to go one day to a place from where we can never return, can not make a phone call, nor message. We can not hear them, nor our dear ones can hear us once we depart from this world.

This lesson I have learnt personally that when my dad went away to his heavenly abode at the age of 51. Because of some problem, I was displeased with my dad and did not talk to him for two days. I never knew that my dad was very sick, because nobody from the family informed me about his sickness. He died in front of me while taking him to hospital. That day was the black day of my life. Till today I feel grieved, I regret, I call him, I ask him sorry.... But alas he can not hear me nor answer me. I miss my dad, of course stubbornness should not be the prior in anyone's life.

So the purpose of sharing this to you is that we don't know what will happen next. It can be me it can be anybody. We don't know the true value of a person until they become memory... only memory not the reality. So please give your time to your relationships, parents, children, friends whoever is there in your life. 


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SO LOVE AND CHERISH YOUR LOVED ONES IN YOUR LIFE."


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