… I would consider myself worth living! There were times I thought he didn’t understand me, there were times I was certain that he was wrong, there were places where I thought he could have done better… But more often than not, it was proven over and over that I was the one who did not understand, was wrong, who could have done better…
He wouldn’t preach as much as I would (yeah, I think I do that more than I should probably be doing…) But he would tell stories most of the time… Rarely would he explain what the story meant or give the interpretation for the story… I was to find the meaning… Yet, whenever I was in doubt he was there…
He taught me not to compare but to do things in the best way I can… He taught me not to compete with others but only with myself… He taught me what it was to sacrifice and live with no regrets… He taught me how to help and be forgotten by those who were helped… He taught me keep my mouth shut but actions open when it matters… He taught me all he could and nurtured me for all he could not be… And what I was, what I am and what I will be; was not, is not and will not be things I did by myself alone…
Tha, I consider myself worth living if I can be half the man you are! I love you… Have a great birth day!
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this picture was taken at the Bentota beach in November 2008
