He was old and rusty from outside but nice and shinny on the
inside. He had his mind, experience, money, family and relatively speaking his health, as he counted
his blessings. Then he sounded sad and told me that he had regrets of spending
too much sleepless nights on worldly matters; counting his successes and failures
while his was dying, nothing matters as such, he said.
The moment of truth is always at the hind side. The struggles
and the process of going through those during
our lifetimes literally blind us with temporary triumphs and setbacks. The
bigger triumphs we achieve, the greater the illusion of forever life we get
into.
He died of natural cause, we called old age that brought
culmination to the illusion that success matters and failures counts in this
life. To be honest life is a journey ,we all know but few remember, and don’t
forget to enjoy the journey while travelling the road of life as nothing matters
in the end except a clear conscious.Those were his last words before embarking into
a journey on the other side.
