Happens. That's called life. It's not easy, never was, never will be. But you know what? It's more important to be happy than anything else in the entire world. Because, no matter how bad things are, no matter how many people don't care about you, no matter how hard it is, You really have those few people, who actually care, you really have those few things you can be grateful for, you really have those good reasons for everything bad. And about the "love" thing, trust me, you deserve way better than you think for yourself (:
I don't know what I am heading to, but I think, this story would make sense and prove the above points? I really don't want to prove anything, but umm, yeah here it goes.
There was this man, not much literate, started his career by going from house to house and selling milk. And somehow, later he got a job in this factory, and started working. He'd work day and night, and earn as much as he could, to feed his children and wife, he'd never let them go without having anything they want or desire, and do anything and everything he could, for them. They were his life. Even if he was poor, he worked as hard as he could to give his children the BEST education he could. And well, his hard work was all worth it, his children grew up to be an engineer, a Chartered Accountant, and a Scientist.
And as days passed by, and he became older, he developed a lot of diseases, maybe because of the lack of vaccines and medications in his childhood days. He got a paralysis attack. The left side of his body was numb. He couldn't do a thing with the left side of his body, he was partially dead, in other words. Even his brain, wasn't functioning normal, had trouble understanding easiest things, would forget who are the people around him, panick. Well, his children took him to the BEST doctors in the country, but all of them said the same thing, that it's a genetic disease, and there's no solution to it. It might get better, but he can never be normal again. He got a little better with time and now could walk with crutches
Well, here comes the part, where he had to live with that fact. The fact that he could never do any thing with his own hands, he'll always be dependent on someone or the other, for every single thing. The man who NEVER asked anyone for any kinds of favor whatsoever, has to now live on favors, each and every day of his life. He knew his life could end, any moment, but he didn't get depressed by thinking about it, never let any one in his family even think about it, cracks jokes all day, smiles, laughs, makes others laugh too. He'd get this pension, the money people get after retirement. And whenever he gets that money, there's this cirppled beggar, in his neighborhood, he'd go and drop some amount of money in to his little bowl. Without fail, and he'd tell someone to get a chair for him, and he'd sit there and talk to him, and crack those silly jokes he always does, and make the beggar smile, probably the only day he smiles, is that day. And wonder who brings him the chair, does everything for him? From dressing him up to feeding him, to washing his hands, to making him drink water, every single thing. It was his wife. She'd be with him, every second, and take care of everything he needed, and cared for him like a mother does for her infant. She had an option to leave him, and go away, go back to her mother, or even get married again. But she didn't. Why would she? She loved that man. Not for the way he looked, not because he could earn enough money to satisfy her needs. Because if that was the reason, she would have left her and gone away, and lead a easier, a hell lot easier life. And wouldn't have to worry about him anymore, but instead she chose the harder path, the path that had struggle's for her every single day, and she was still happy, you know why? Because she was with him. Through his lows and ups. They'd spend all day talking about their children, their grandkids, and how life is so beautiful. And praying to god, and thanking him for everything they had. And they'll continue doing this, until the end of the times. Together. FOREVER. (:
This story inspires me. Because, after all, Its a true story. These amazing people are none other than my grandfather and my grandmother. (:
My grandpa tells me, that god judges you, all the time, every second of your life, gives you the toughest roads to walk on, with a lot of broken glasses and pebbles and nothing to cover your feet with, and that's only because he gives the hardest to the ones that deserve the best, so that when they get the best, they value it, unlike the ignorant ones that have everything easy, and still aren't satisfied with their lives.
And my grandma is the reason I know what actually "love" is. What it is that people ALWAYS seem to talk, wonder, and debate about, but are still clueless. THIS is what love is for me.
THEY are the definition of love for me. This is the kind of love that has no selfishness, no demands, just a promise, of being together, till the end of the time. And they are the one who make me believe that FOREVER does exist, and it exists so beautifully (:
I want to end this with saying that love and happiness with stick with you throughout your life, in some or the other way (:
SO SO SO JUST SMAAILLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, LIFE'S WAY MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN YOU KNOW OF IT, YET :) :D
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