“A man walks through life painting a portrait, not of what he could have done, or should have done, but of what he did.” -Anonymous
THIS IS THE PIECE THAT WON THE WORTMELDUNGEN OR GERMAN SHORT FORM LITERARY AWARD
A man was dying; when he realized he was dying, he saw God holding a box in His hand.
ππ¨π π¬ππ’π: βItβs time to go.β
ππ‘π π¦ππ§ π¬ππ’π: βSo soon? I had so many plans.β
ππ¨π π¬ππ’π: βSorry, but itβs time to go!β
ππ‘π π¦ππ§ ππ¬π€ππ ππ¨π: βWhatβs in your box?β
ππ¨π π«ππ©π₯π’ππ: βYour belongings.β
ππ‘π π¦ππ§ ππ¬π€ππ: βMy belongings? You mean: all my things? My clothes, my money, and so on?β
ππ¨π π¬ππ’π: βThose are no longer yours!
They belong to the earth.β
ππ‘π π¦ππ§ π¬ππ’π: βWhat about my memories?β
ππ¨π π«ππ©π₯π’ππ: βThey belong to time.βsw
ππ‘π π¦ππ§ ππ¬π€ππ: βMy family and friends?β
ππ¨π π¬ππ’π: βNo, they were temporary!β
ππ‘π π¦ππ§ ππ¬π€ππ: βWhat about my wife and children?β
ππ¨π π«ππ©π₯π’ππ: βThey belong to your heart.β
ππ‘π π¦ππ§ ππ¬π€ππ ππ ππ’π§: βSo surely the contents of the box are my body parts, right?β
ππ¨π π¬ππ’π: βNo; they belong to dust!β
ππ‘π π¦ππ§ π¬ππ’π: βThen surely itβs my soul?β
ππ¨π π«ππ©π₯π’ππ: βWrong! Your soul belongs to Me.β
The man, with tearful eyes and great fear, took the box from God and opened it, only to find it empty.
ππ‘π π¦ππ§, π°π’ππ‘ π ππ«π¨π€ππ§ π‘πππ«π, π¬ππ’π: βI never had anything?β
ππ¨π π«ππ©π₯π’ππ: βThatβs right, you owned nothing.
ππ‘π π¦ππ§ ππ¬π€ππ: βSo, what did I have?β
ππ¨π π«ππ©π₯π’ππ: βThe moments of your life were yours.
Every moment that you lived was yours. Life is just moments; treasure the moments
and love the moments. Let us treasure each other and the good moments we share. Letβs enjoy and make best of getting together at this stage in our life.
…. this is indeed life’s best message and lesson on how to live life to the fullest….
