Last night was not a journey, it was a memory. I am traveling with my father late night to another city in a car. Mostly we don't travel in night but it was necessary because we had to go in a marriage ceremony, which was so special for us.
Suddenly the rain began to fall. At first, it was soft later it grew heavier and heavier, turning the outside world into a blur of lights an reflections. Inside the car, there was complete silence. There were no loud conversation, no distractions just a quiet understanding. Sometimes silence speak small than words.
While sitting there, I realized that these small moments are very important in life. Traveling with my father, even without speaking much, gave me a feeling of comfort and safety.
We always think that big events, celebrations, and achievements always make life special, but sometimes these types of journeys leave the deepest impact. Sitting beside my father, watching him drive carefully through the rain, I was realizing the struggle he did for us. His actions were enough for me.
I think life is very similar to that night. The path is not always clear; sometimes it rains, sometimes we lose the right direction, but as long as we have the right people beside us, the journey becomes less frightening.
Parents are just like silent supports beside us, which lead us to success.Not every memory is loud. Some moments in silence are also meaningful.
And I will remember this journey, not because of the rain, but because of who was sitting beside me.
