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Before It's Too Late..!

He saw the other boy from the balcony in envy.Though he was dressed in much better clothes than him,had the big room to himself and was served sweet everyday on the 12 chaired dining table.He had the dining table too all for himself,on the other hand the boy he was looking at didnt had a dining time at home but would eat his meals with his parents,siblings.

The only difference between them were of Class,people said. But there was a lot more, One was allowed to play with the kids the other one had to be under security all the time.
The security guards could never match up with being friends for him.
He would go to school in expensive car and would watch the other boy ride a cycle,enjoying the fresh air morning has!

Feelings of Jealousy were mutual here..
One thought the other one was lucky because of the luxuries he was provided in life and the other one always considered playing hide and seek with friends in the park luxurious.

The only thing common between them were that they both were children and had dreams to become one another,they would be happy otherwise but upon seeing each other would crave for what they dont have.

Life is a lot like this for everyone,people often want what they see on someone else's body or in someone else's house eccetera eccetera.
Envy tends to be a negative emotion,why can't we be happy in what we have?
Because we forget what we have in that very moment,we forget how lucky we are if we have two legs,hands,get food even if we sleep on the floor..we have the floor atleast.

Just about 2 weeks back,I saw someone dumping a litre of milk because it was stale,the lady of the house was pretty normal as if nothing happend but the househelp saw the whole scenario with great interest and could only say in the end
"She is throwing up the milk i have not even purchased a litre of it ever,i have to manage with 250 grams of it daily.
As normal it was for the Lady,the other one knew the equal importance of it,because she didnt had it.
Why wait for something to have an absence of itself before we realise the importance of it?
Why do someone has to die before we can go and say to him "you mean a lot"?
Why does extinction has to be the root cause of realisation!?
Can't we just love the moment, live In the moment and be happy about it!?

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