I wished for more
Between a year and a year, life flows quickly, and the days alternate, so do not pay attention to those who are lethargic, and do not wait for a sloth.
A year passed saying goodbye to us and departing, leaving us with the harvest. After that, I wished that I would say every day, “I love you” a thousand times. Some people in our lives are life. I wished that I would offer a thousand apologies to your eyes every day for all the absurdities.
A year ago, I wished to see my mother's face every day in order to renew in my heart the engravings of her features that time changes, or to call my elderly aunt every day, to surprise her with a question and she would shower me with prayers.
A year ago, I wished I had given my children more of my life, more of my time, and more of my effort. I wished I had laughed with them from my heart at trivial jokes, ridiculed embarrassing situations, and overlooked mistakes and missteps.
A year ago, I wished I'd stopped worrying, running after an incomplete picture, and fighting over all the things after which we'd discover how stupid we were.
A year ago, I wished, after his departure, that I would search for my old friend, the one who taught me that love, money, happiness and health are all in the hands of God Almighty, and what God has is never taken by disobedience to Him, but rather by obedience and supplication.
A year ago, I wished I had calmed down more with every problem. Here I am, and I have overcome many of them throughout the year. All problems will inevitably come to an end.
A year has passed, during which I wished that I had extended the hand of goodness more, obeyed God more, kept my tongue from people more, lifted up grudges and trivialities more, and rearranged my departure bag in a way that befits the greatness of the meeting.
I wished I had read all the books that I started and stopped without excuses, and she waited every night for my return and failed her. I wished I had preserved my stash and my place in the far chapel on the outskirts of the city, for it was my hideout and refuge in adversity and crisis.
A year has passed, and another new one came quickly in its infancy, knocking on our doors, observing our actions, recording our words, testifying to our actions, and giving us another opportunity. I pray to God Almighty for you and me that it will not be the last.
• I wished I had read all the books that I started and stopped without excuses, and she waited every night for my return, but she failed her.
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