I don't know what brought this on.

“The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.” 

― Carson McCullers, The Square Root of Wonderful

Time passes by so quickly. We never realize that the time we are living in right now, the moments we're having, every little smile, every little laugh, a fight with a friend, a moment with a loved one, will one day become a memory so strong, so powerful, so potent, that your every cell, every living tissue of your body, yearns to relive that memory, that moment again. Often we don't realize how lovely, how good, how important that time was, untill it passes by and all we are left with is a regret of not living it to the fullest. We bind ourselves in so many chains, in so many boundaries in our lives, we forget that the real chains we should bind ourselves in, should be one of love, of care, of loyalty, of affection, of happiness. We take so many things for granted, we think so much about other people's opinion, we try so much to please people everyday. Love of our parents, loyalty of a friend, presence of a loved one. We never realize true worth of our mothers, our best friends, our families in our lives, so that when we DO, it is too late. Most of the times we are entangled in our work,  studies, tid-bits, of our lives. When all we should be doing is stop being in a hurry, take a deep breath, look around, admire the miracle of getting born and be thankful of presence of so many people in our lives.

How many times do we thank, really feel gratitude for being alive, being healthy, having good people around us? How many times do we stop to think about the sacrifice our parents made and are making for us? About the immense, unending love our parents have for us? About our own love for other people?

We think so much about how things would have been. If only I had done it different!! If only I could have done that!! So many if only's.

We spend so much of our times thinking of our past,  regretting decisions. So much of our lives spent on the bad memories.

Why don't we spend more time on making relationships than more money?

On working on our relationships with people than creating fake ones on the internet?

Why don't we keep our good memories so strong and intact that it blots out every bad one?

Why don't we love people more, trust people more?

Why do we let hatred rule our lives?

Why don't we try to be happy than running after happiness?

Why don't we, for once, try to live and not survive?

P.S.: This is my first time here. Please be kind.

P.P.S.: I know I have written nothing new that hasn't been said before. Nothing that hasn't been felt by others before. But, isn't it what this place is about? Writing. What you feel, when you feel, how you feel.