From a very young age, my parents taught me to share everything I had in my hands, no matter how little. Later, in school and living for the first time in a society of boys, I learned with the help of my teachers to reinforce this value, but not all the children around me were skilled in this value, or not all of them had brought it from home. In my region, perhaps due to the scarcity of my grandparents' time, we learned that the best way to survive in society is to share what we have. Even if what we had was only a little, it could mean a lot to another person. Sometimes it was a piece of stale bread, other times it was a hygiene product, other times there were only moments of laughter, tears, and tears to share. So perhaps that's what made me, personally and through my own life experience, believe that sharing goes beyond giving material things, but rather is about being in company to share love and affection along with time and dedication.
Sharing makes a human being feel better from the moment they give what they have, because it makes them feel useful. I can't explain myself very well, but I see sharing as also putting a little bit of ourselves into someone else, especially if that person is sad in life. It's like taking a weight off their shoulders by giving them something to carry. Sharing is good for the soul, which is why you can't deny a plate of food to the hungry. If you give a plate, you're not just giving; you're also receiving gratitude and joy. And that joy can't be bought or sold; it's a feeling of benevolence; it's sentimental and heavenly.
I know that sharing strengthens friendship, which is why we get along better with the friends we share the most time and memories with. Sharing always makes us get along better and healthier. If you keep everything to yourself and don't share, you end up sad and empty, melancholic. I've made friends just by sharing a sweet treat with my son or an afternoon walking my pet.
For everything you share in this life, destiny, like a spinning roulette, is responsible for giving it back to you, often even better and with more force. Perhaps the friend you shared your birthday with today is the one who brings you soup when you get sick tomorrow.
That's why I'm so proud of myself and my parents, who taught me from a young age to share what I had and what I didn't have, because sometimes you don't have anything to give, but the intention goes a long way. Just not being selfish and thinking of others is a big first step. It's having the will to share even if you have nothing. Sharing brings joy to life and cheers the soul. You don't have to know much to understand that; giving and receiving is beautiful and good.
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