Every other things are the form of another. Nothing is really wasted.
I went for a jog and saw some leaves on a tree eaten by caterpillars. They're full of holes with bitten lesions, the leaves I mean. You might think the leaves are wasted. There's no way it could return into its old original pattern but to stay as it is now or wilt. But to look at it on the other hand, that caterpillar gets to eat, grow, live, and maintain the ecosystem. So that part of missing little bits of leave is actually never lost. It is safe within the caterpillar, inside it.
To think that those leaves have already served their purpose as in to feed the caterpillars (apart from providing us oxygen), if they can really talk they would probably have said 'I am happy seeing the caterpillar happy'.
Many things in life, when it happened you can't always have it both ways.
Our loss could be someone else's gain.
Our happiness could be someone else's grief.
But there's always one thing we tend to forgot.
This life isn't suppose to be fair.
You wanna know which life is?
It's the hereafter.
We always hear this 'things happened for a reason'
And it's true.
Have you found the purpose of your life yet?
|because nothing lasts forever|