I have a feeling that people are always somehow, in some sense, thinking about the opposite. It doesn't really matter what the opposite is, but we're constantly being plagued by or in some cases, longing for what lies on the other side. It's something like "the grass is always greener on the other side" but at the same time, it's a little different too. It's pretty hard to put into words for others to understand especially cause most of you don't think or look at things as freely or carelessly as I do.
For example, why do we always mourn those who've passed away instead of cherishing the other 6 billion still living in the same dimension as us? Why are most of us afraid of the darkness robbing away our laughters when we're probably living the happiest moments of ours lives?
The saying goes that you never appreciate what you have until it's gone. And it is true. We weep in front of stones and mud for those who won't ever hear our sorrow. We curse the lost of a match well-played only after the buzzer goes off and there's nothing else you can do. We only truly understand what poverty is after we taste the good life, be it through TV or by a sheer stroke of luck.
The saddest part of all this is the cliff. I see this journey like a walk through the vast and magnificient landscape of earth. On average, we walk through plains and flat land for a bigger part of our lives, occasionally there might be a jungle so thick you won't be able to see 3 steps ahead, or you might pass by the ocean and feel the soft white sand under your gentle toes. And then there is the cliff, the point of no return, the place where the lesson of appreciation is forced into your head at the speed of light regardless of what resistance you put up.
Once you fall, getting back up is close to impossible. After you reach rock bottom, you can either stand there and do nothing else but wonder what things are like up there or you can choose to find a new path from down under. It might not be as grand as what you saw back up on the cliff but maybe one day, you might stumble on a way that will lead you somewhere even higher, right? If you're lucky, an angel might just come along and pick you up too.
But the best choice is of course to reach the edge yet never fall off. On the verge of a plummeting into the great abyss but that next step into nothingness never comes. It is at those moments that you truly learn to appreciate what you have and still have the chance to use your newfound wisdom. Take a step to the edge of the cliff. If possible, bring binoculars and strap on a safety rope to be secure. Take a look at what it has to offer and wake up on the right side of the bed before it's too late.
I guess that's pretty much what i wanted to say. We all lose friends and possesions along our journey in life but it doesn't mean it has to be the end. It's not over until the fat lady sings so even if you lose sight of him, her or it, never lose sight of the feelings you harbour because that's the only thing that will lead you home. Cling onto the cliff and pull yourself back up, find a new path and make it to the top, give yourself wings and soar through the sky. It doesn't matter what method you choose as long as you don't lose sight of those feelings that allowed you to survive the fall.
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