The Life That Flows Like a River

When someone shares their family troubles with you, confides in you about personal matters—it means they consider you one of their own.

When someone tells you about their work problems, office complications, workplace struggles—it means they trust you.

If someone opens up to you alone about their mental health issues, depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts—know that they trust you blindly, completely.

To treat someone who considers you family like a stranger is a kind of sin. To break the trust of someone who relies on you is as grave a sin as destroying a mosque or temple. To shatter the faith of someone fragile and weary who believes in you—that's nothing short of a crime.

In this world of seven and a half billion people, apart from your family, perhaps one person will truly consider you their own. At most, a couple of people will genuinely trust you. At most, one very close person will truly believe in you.

The rest of the world doesn't care about you at all. Your existence, your joys and sorrows, even your death—none of it matters to them.

But to some people, you are their only helping hand, their sole loved one, their one trustworthy person.

For this reason alone, people should live at least a hundred years—to remain someone's beloved, to be someone's reliable support, to keep someone's faith alive.

Life is short, it flows away like a river, but do you realize that some people simply cannot go on without you?