Time: A Friend or Evil

 Introduction

Have you ever experienced the feeling of losing something—or someone—that truly mattered to you? Think about it for a moment. If you have, you’ll know it leaves a mark. Today, I want to share my own story about loss and the lessons it taught me.

Since childhood, I often took my friends for granted. I believed they would always be there. But life has a way of challenging our assumptions. As I grew older, I learned—sometimes painfully—that this mindset doesn’t always hold true. So, ladies and gentlemen, join me as I take you through the story of a teenage boy who discovered one of life’s most important lessons.

PHASE OF Exuberant

my father, a railway SSE, was posted in Siliguri, West Bengal. I was just a boy then—not particularly brave, not particularly clever. But I had a secret source of strength. Do you know what it was? It wasn’t faith in God or luck. It was my belief in my own mind—my brain was my weapon. And whenever I thought of my grandmother, I felt unstoppable, as if I could take on the world.

Now, let me ask you this: were you ever the kind of student who didn’t go out of your way to make friends, yet somehow people just came to you? That was me in Kendriya Vidyalaya. I didn’t actively seek friendships, but they happened.

And then, toward the end of my class 8 semester, I met someone different—someone chill, confident, and brave. I won’t go into all the details, but we quickly became friends. We started chatting on Instagram, and for the first time, I experienced what it felt like to really connect with someone beyond the surface. Those conversations? They were some of the best moments of my teenage years..

The loss

But as life often does, it threw me a curveball. After three or four months, everything changed. I lost that friend. At first, I didn’t care much. I brushed it off, telling myself it didn’t matter.

But here’s the thing: time has a way of teaching you what truly matters. Slowly, I realized this person wasn’t just another friend—they were the one who genuinely listened to me, who talked to me like a true companion. And by the time I understood that, they were gone.

Have you ever realized the value of someone only after losing them? If you have, you know how heavy that realization feels.

Conclusion 

My friends, here’s what I want to tell you: I can’t turn back time. I can’t relive those conversations or moments, no matter how much I want to. And maybe you’ve felt that same sting of wishing you could rewind.

But here’s the truth—we all have to move forward. Yes, the past is beautiful, but the present can be just as beautiful if we pay attention to it. I lost something precious, and I paid the price of taking it for granted.

So, let me leave you with a question: are you truly cherishing the people in your life right now, or will you only realize their worth after they’re gone?

Moral of the Story

1. Never take people for granted.

2. Value the present moment.

3. Loss teaches appreciation.

and someone from here asked me why i love to write and the answer is the words are beautiful enough to express your feelings. So i will meet you when i have lesson to tell.

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