He was bright, confident, he was young. An attractive young lad, who'd had so much before him. Married a wonderful wife, set out to start a successful business, to earn a living, more than food on the table, more than roofs above heads. Worked hard and achieved much, as it goes: no pain, no gain. Was never a late night worker, was never an empire-forger, was never an asset-conquerer. An efficient manager, an upright man, an outgoing, respected man.
His days caught up, his eyes go weary, his breath shortened ever so slightly with the rise and fall of the sun; health deteriorates, people fall ill. Despite his success, the single thing he cared for was the family he built with his wife. Nothing else really matters, nothing else parred in importance, nothing else was closer to his heart. He loved them, cared for them, fed them. Nothing was more important than the unitary knit among the brothers and sisters, the parents and children.
There was once he was sick, and he asked his son a question. And it's not just the answer, but too, the question which reflected within him. His greatest love of all. Despite everything he'd DONE for, the only thing which mattered is the ones he LOVED, and he spent his life trying to forge that love. I was never there before, I can't fully understand it. It brings a new dimension to life and I started reflecting: was success and recognition all so important, in the looming waves of death which we can't always surf on? Why do everyone seem to neglect the family they came from?
I can't fully understand it, I've never been there before. But I'm forever grateful I'm given a chance to learn it.
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UNDEROATH!!!
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