From this post of Gacia’s:
“It’s funny how we complain about the unfairness of it all, while we’re living a luxury life, compared to the other half of the world. We’re ungrateful and don’t know the value of a thing until we lose it. We don’t know the worth of a friendship until it’s ancient history. We don’t show our love and appreciation for someone until they die, and it’s too late for us to reach them. Yet, people still do memorials and tributes, whereas when the person was alive, they didn’t even bother to send them “Happy Birthday” or “Merry Christmas” texts. This sickens me to my stomach, but that’s how we are.
Always keep your eyes open for the Opportunity. Make sure people acknowledge how much they mean to you while they still can. Don’t let a falling star slip you by.”
Opportunities, They come to us like a soothing whisper among thousands of screams. Like a treasure among thousands of similar-looking, yet empty, boxes. Like a faded drop of water on the surface of a dry, almost barren, soil with the last of its thirsty withering flowers. Call it coincidence, call it luck, or even fate, but it’s a wonder how we would have to be looking at the exact place, at the exact time, for us to catch the golden butterfly of opportunity in our net, otherwise it would fly right past us, and we would never know. We can’t hear its wings flapping, or sense its movement, as it passes. It never seizes to amaze me how a simple turn in life can change its entire course. Bumping into a stranger somewhere, and years later saying “I do” on the isle next to that person we wouldn’t have met…
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