it’s your first last moment … or your last first moment… live it!

This evening I wanted to write

I typed and typed

Nothing sounds as painful as the truth

I delete and delete

My friend who lost a beloved friend of her last week came to visit me today

she told me that the most painful thing in losing someone so close that we don’t usually think of their existence in our life, it’s for granted that it feels so natural and normal so we leave many words unsaid and many feelings unrevealed. And suddenly we find out that we wasted many moments not appreciating the friendship or the love we have, and then every second sounds like a wasted treasure…

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chasing pavements – photo by me

how come we don’t appreciate having a family every second! How come you can let your mom die without letting her know how much you love her.

Why do I have to survive a mortar shell to realize that I love life and I love my family and don’t want to die as I claim when I feel so unhappy!

How come we can wait until it’s too late to tell that close friend that we love them!

How can we feel angry because that old uncle came to visit in the “wrong time”! when all he wanted was to give and receive some love!

How can we not feel grateful for that ceiling over our head before it’s too late! Why does it have to become a ruin to know how much it meant to us!

How can we be so busy to notice the beauty around us even in the worst places!

Dear friends; every moment could be our last moment so please… take it from a fool who lived those war times in Syria;

Don’t waste time

Don’t keep the love words unsaid

Appreciate every person you have in your life

Appreciate your healthy organs 🙂 and your unhealthy organs as well

Be grateful for every relationship you have in your life

Every moment with friends , lovers, and family is a treasure, and it might never come back again… be grateful you had it

I can’t concentrate my thoughts or my writings, and what I wrote might sound horrible and detached but I appreciate that my voice is heard, I appreciate I can express and I’m grateful for the lessons I’m having from life so I’m writing them anyway.. maybe later when I’m more focused I can read these pieces back and write them in a better way, or maybe they must stay like this…

 

 

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7 thoughts on “it’s your first last moment … or your last first moment… live it!

  1. Reblogged this on Al-Must'arib (the vocational Mossarab) and commented:
    I love this woman… I love her and so many other people in her area. Wish she could feel it. From me… and from all of you, people outside Syria. Wish she could smile because of it. She and so many of those living like her… Or even worst. Don’t hesitate to show ur support for the people… They need it more than any idea or political speech. Hugs from Spain, Levantine.

  2. You comments are a strong lesson for all of us. They have special meaning because of the experience behind them and because the let us know that you are still there to write them. Thank you for finding the strength to write. Please take care as best you can.

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