A second chance.
That was what I wished for.
The one thing I prayed for every night before I sleep. The one thing I prayed for, at the very night before I woke up in an entirely different life.
A new life.
My second chance.
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I was 30 years old wh...
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Song Companion: Let You Go - Faime
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When I was a little boy, my grandfather once took me and my brother to the beach and sat us both down, gone was his playfulness that we had grown completely quiet as we faced the man, fearing for our lives as we started thinking if we had done something worthy of some serious scolding. Neither of us knew what he was doing, but we watched him attentively and waited to see what he wanted.
As if knowing what we were thinking, he only smiled at us before joining us to sit down on the sand. Taking a handful of white sand in his hand, he then gave us one of the biggest lessons in life we could have ever gotten. It was a lesson which was soon engraved in my memory but had always kept being pushed back to the back of my mind until it was too late.
"Life is nothing but a handful of sand. It is the most delicate thing that has always been misunderstood and taken for granted," he said then, lifting an open hand that carried a thick layer of sand on its palm and brought it to our faces to see.
"Hold and carry them the right way, with patience and gentleness, and enough amount of care, then you will have all you want from them on the palm of your hand. Lose the gentleness and grow careless, or be selfish and hold on to them too tight or with not enough willpower at all—" sending a smirk at us, he made a big gesture of clenching his fist together and I watched how the sand slipped through the crevices between his fingers and his big palm, running down slowly onto the ground where they came from, leaving only a small amount of them as my grandfather opened his palm to us right after, "—and just like that, they will slip away from you until there is nothing left but remnants of them that is only there as a reminder of what you have lost."
