Lets not forget, before its too late!!!

As we move on with life, we find many people surrounding us, accompanying us as we trudge on the belts of the treadmill.

Some of these people may be with you or may be reaching out to you, through different means. - but that's not important. What's important is the relationship that we share with them.

As we start our day, we see them performing their own duties. It may be the man selling milk or newspaper to our doors, or the house maid doing all the odd chores or our nearby neighbour playing his idiotic loud music..or maybe our roommate, which whom we sometimes end quarreling. They can be anyone, who has an effect to our lives, and here lies the irony , having them we get so much carried away that we become completely ignorant of their existence and get used to, we sometimes completely neglect their importance, and I guess that's natural, after we all have a very complicated life to handle and as one says " Life happens " - it does really happen, ways cross and new sets of events occurs, new friends, new neighbour, new maid, new milkman and so on.. After which we realize those previous ones whom we encountered, we're better those at present. We regret for not giving them time....Though we may hate someone, but still they are missed after their death, and we think if hatred could have been transformed to love/ friendship .So lies my small question why should a thought come, after one's gone, why not do it right when they are alive.

However, the extent of closeness to one has no distinction towards this subject too . When we are out of our houses staying away, a void is always felt, and we think " If only we had spent some time with them".We yearn for the loss, which sometimes becomes irreversible, and we bear the brunt for the rest of our lives there after.

It has been seen in professionalism too.

Shakespeare , considered as one of the brilliant minds in literature ,never did receive any recognition during his time. He was undermined by many till he died, and it was after his death that people recognized him. But then it was late to celebrate his honour. This was also the case with Emily Dickinson, Nikole Tesla and many more. If we search the history we are bound to find about a hundred more..

I guess that's the human nature, bearing the testimony from history itself. We understand the importance once it's gone and I think that should change for a better tomorrow.

What are your views??

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