A wealthy man stood by his window, looking out at the world below. His eyes fell upon a poor man searching through a garbage bin, trying to gather scraps to survive. Watching that scene, the wealthy man whispered within himself, “O Lord, thank You that I am not poor.”
The poor man, while gathering what little he could find, glanced around and noticed a naked man wandering the street, muttering and behaving erratically. He sighed and said, “O Lord, I am grateful that I am not insane.”
The madman shuffled forward, unaware of the world’s judgments. An ambulance sped past him, carrying a severely ill patient. Seeing it, he murmured, “O Lord, thank You that I am not bedridden with disease.”
Inside the hospital, a patient watched as a body was wheeled silently toward the mortuary. A chill passed through his heart. He folded his hands and whispered, “O Lord, I am grateful that I am still alive.”
Only the dead cannot offer gratitude.
Every living person still has that privilege.
Life itself is a gift. Breath is a blessing. Protection, survival, another sunrise — none of these are guaranteed. Yet we forget to give thanks.
If you truly wish to understand life, visit three places:
A hospital.
A prison.
A cemetery.
In a hospital, you realize that nothing surpasses health. Every heartbeat becomes sacred.
In a prison, you understand that freedom is priceless. The ability to walk where you choose is a silent miracle.
In a cemetery, you confront the deepest truth — life is temporary. The very ground we walk on today may one day become our final resting place.
We came into this world empty handed. We will leave it the same way. Between arrival and departure lies a brief span called life. That span is not meant for arrogance. It is meant for humility, awareness, and gratitude.
Let us live gently. Let us walk humbly. Let us remain grateful to the Divine for every breath we are allowed to take.
May all beings be happy.
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