If Only I knew
One of the most debatable thoughts that crosses my mind often is this: when a being crosses your path for the last time, would you rather know it is the final encounter, or would you prefer to stay in the dark?
I think I would choose to remain oblivious. We often wish we could have poured our hearts out, offered something special, brought a smile to their face, or at least held their hand or hugged them one last time felt their rare warmth before they vanish into thin air.
But why can’t we treat living beings right all the time? Why can’t we hold the hands of our loved ones a little tighter every time we meet them, as if it could be the last? Is it really so hard to treat the living with the love and attention they deserve?
I think staying in the dark sometimes protects us from grief, but it also reminds us to cherish the moments we do have. Holding hands a little tighter, listening a little closer, loving a little more fully. The small gestures are everything 🤍