He grieved for a long time about his dead best friend until he read this. Shockingly

This man explained everything perfectly.

Recently, another unique story appeared on the Internet. One of the users posted a click on the Internet for help:

“My friend has just died and I don’t know what to do. ?

The main text of the post has been deleted. Only the title remains. However, there were some useful comments and one of them was stunned. An old man's answer will change your view of life and death.



“I'm old already. In my lifetime, I've had a lot to go through and stay alive that can't be said about the people I loved. I have lost friends... best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mother, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors and many others. I don’t have children and I can’t imagine how painful it is to lose a child. But let me say the following...

I could say that over time people get used to death. But I never said that, and I never will. Every time someone dies, no matter the circumstances, my soul is torn apart. I don’t want death to become something that no longer matters. I don't want this to go unnoticed. The scars in my heart are proof of the love and everything that connected me to this man. And the stronger the love, the deeper the scar.

The scars are proof that you have really lived, that you can love with all your soul and live your life to the fullest, that you can be wounded in your heart, or you can be morally defeated, but in spite of everything, you heal, you get up and you continue to live and love. The healed tissue is denser than the original flesh itself.

Scars are proof of life, and only people who do not need to see them cannot bear them. As for the bitterness of loss, you will soon realize that it is like waves. Along with the sinking ship, you are drowning among its wreckage. Everything around reminds us of the former beauty and splendor of the ship that was and was gone overnight. And all you have to do is keep going.

You find the first piece of debris and hold onto it for a while. Maybe it's something material. For example, a memory of a happy event or a photo. Or maybe someone who swims just like you. For a while, the only thing you have left is to swim... to stay alive.

First, giant water ramparts cover you with their heads. They alternate every ten seconds and don’t even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hold on and swim. Weeks and months will pass and you will realize that the waves are slowly moving away from each other. And then the second wave comes, it still covers you with its head and blows you. But in between, you can breathe.

You never know what can cause bitterness. It could be a song, a painting, a crossroads, a coffee fragrance...anything... and the wave rolls again. What happens to us between these disturbances is our life.

Someday, somewhere, you will realize that the storm is slowly subsiding. Now, you can watch the waves. Anniversary, birthday, Christmas or landing at O’Hare Airport. From now on, you can watch the approaching wave and prepare. And when she hits you again, you know you're gonna come out. You're soaking wet, you're still holding on to the wreckage of the ship, but eventually you're going to swim out.

Listen to the old man.As much as you would like, this kind of excitement will always be present in your life. You can do this. They will be replaced by new and so constantly. And remember: You are lucky, because in your heart there is a trace of many dear people!

P.S. And remember, just changing our consumption – together we change the world!

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Source: storyfox.ru/post/on-dolgoe-vremya-goreval/