One of the most painful realisations in life, is to all of a sudden discover that you had possessed things all along that you were busy looking for somewhere else. It is almost an unbearable pain, to suddenly recognise the value of what you had, being ignorant of which had been your possession. To possess something and not know its value is torturous.
To own something and not be aware of it could not only be annoying, but fatal too. LIFE is undoubtedly the most valuable and the most precious of all our earthly possessions. Surely nobody can argue about this.
There is simply nothing of comparable value to life. When life is lost, all is lost. When all is lost, but life, nothing is really lost.
Life is head and shoulders above all other things we regard as precious in this world. Tragically though, it is that same life that is often least treasured or valued by men who possess it. All men have life, but only few men know its value.
To have something does not mean to understand it. Most people who possess life, in reality, do not quite understand what they possess. That is a fundamental tragedy about life.
Those who possess it often are not aware of its value. “The ultimate value of life depends upon awareness and the power of contemplation rather than upon mere survival.” – Aristotle I remember growing up in Africa.
I would normally accompany my grandmother to collect some cassava tubers from the farm. We usually had the sack where the cassava is loaded. The challenge of .