When the soul reaches the threshold of its end, and the noise of life begins to fade, all that once seemed important dissolves, revealing the painful truth: life is not what you owned, but what you gave. At that silent edge of departure, the past returns with all its weight, replaying every chance for kindness wasted, every word of love left unspoken, every heart you could have touched with goodness but left in darkness. Achievements shrink, possessions wither, and only one question remains: was your life a journey of giving, or merely a pursuit of possession? In the end, when the earth enfolds you, your life will be measured not by what you gathered, but by what you planted in the hearts of others. For in the scales of eternity, we are weighed by how much we gave, not by how much we took.
