When the soul reaches the threshold of the end and the decisive moment begins in which the clamour of life fades away, everything that once seemed important vanishes, and the truth is revealed in all its painful nakedness: your life is not what you possessed but what you gave.In those silent moments when a person stands on the brink of departure, the past looms with all its weight, like a long reel replaying every opportunity to give that was squandered, every word of love that was withheld, and every heart that could have been touched by the light of goodness but was passed by.Regret becomes a never-ending story, and sorrow weighs on the soul—not only for the loss but also for the life that slipped away without leaving a true mark.Achievements fade, gains wither away, and all that remains is the inescapable question: Was your life one of giving? Or merely a quest for possession?For in the end, when the dust covers you, your life will not be measured by what you accumulated but by what you sowed. History will inscribe you in people’s hearts if you were a ray of hope in their darkness and if you were a hand that soothed their pain, for no matter how great or small a person’s stature, they are measured on the scales of eternity by how much they gave, not by what they took.
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