My safe harbor (2)

"To value". Perhaps this is one of the most meaningful words there is, and at the same time, one of the words that fewer people know the true meaning of.

When we get a gift that we really like, we tend to be as careful with it as possible. When we unintentionally damage it, most people say we weren't careful enough with our gift.But, I don't have that opinion. I mean, I've already broken several things that were valuable to me, so for me this vision doesn't make much sense.

My mother always told me to value everything I had, for our food, for having a home, for our health and so on. So I always thanked God for everything I had, but especially when we're kids, I think most people just do it because their parents ask.I think this is much more normal than it appears. And if we don't mature and be grateful for what we have, we can become ungrateful people. Therefore, normally only when we lose what is important do we begin to appreciate it.

For example, a person who wastes water or food. When she has it, it becomes something of little value, but when she finds herself in a situation where she doesn't have food or water, she usually starts to regret it.


Valuing people is not easy either. When we have many friends, we can value one more than the others. That's why I think that if I had a lot of friends, I think it would be unfair for me to have a "best friend". I mean, when I had Ike as my only friend, it made sense for him to be my best friend. But if I had a lot of friends, would it be fair for me to have a best friend? I mean, if I have a best friend, then do I also have a "worst friend"?

I would like to have several friends one day, maybe this way, I will get this answer...

Well, back to the topic, valuing people can be very complicated. Maybe if I had valued my friend more that wouldn't have happened.

I... am not a good person. I had countless chances to redeem myself and every time I betrayed those who trusted me.

But I always tried my best to please and make my mother happy. She has always strived for my happiness, so I should be grateful for everything she has done for me.She was my safe haven, she was my most precious possession. I love her so much.

As I grew up beside her, even with everything that happened to me, I was always happy. My mother, my little sister and I,it was my world, it was the people that really mattered to me.

Well, I thought I cared about them... I realized I didn't.

I realized this when my mother got sick.