He wasn’t rich. He wasn’t famous. He was rich with a heart to love. He was admired by a soul to care.
There was nobody to look after him. There was hardly anyone to think of him, until he passed away. And the world spoke all good characteristics about him.
Is it worth it?
An eye pictures the beauty of everything at its sight. Oh dear, only a heart can store them in the shelf of memories…
How far will your legs take you through? All you will have possession of is a six feet grave. Yet you crave for many more of lifeless stones.
I beckon the days that I once lived in a small village. Each streetlamps had its beauty. It used to flicker. But trespassers never had any fear to walk in the dark. They adored each other. In my words, “Nobody liked to be alone”.
Yet we find many lost souls. They are there to enlighten each of us.
But to give away the light, they forfeit. Who is a real frontrunner, anyway? The one who has everything, but lives a life for another one? I know of a person who lived all his life that way. The Good Samaritan. He helped the mankind. He loved all beings. In return, they crucified him. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. Everything and everybody hurts. Eventually the true spirited mortals will expect nothing in return, like the Good Samaritan and live a life for another one.
That’s what true love amounts to. To live a life for another one. He wasn’t rich. He wasn’t famous. He was dear to me. I remember him. I can never forget him. Because he is my *****.
When we are still breathing, battling for our dreams… Pause for a moment… Think for a while… And see if anyone around us makes us feel restful. Oh dear, he/she is your angel… And you can return your love only when that person is alive.
Do it now!! For tomorrow is not for you!