My dad. He was the shelter to my 'whatever-who-cares' lifestyle. He gave me designer clothing, watches and accesories more expensive than many of my classmate's whole attire, an extremely comfortable and stylish ride to go to school with- i had everything. To my 15 year old brain it was all that mattered, and my 15 year old brain knew that even if it never studied, the person whose it was, could enjoy a lavish fun life anyways.
But then, life happened as i woke from the dream.
My dad's business suffered a loss of such a humongous extent that I dropped abysmally from being a prince to well being a regular person. At that time I was angry,furious and extremely cross at my dad for not being able to handle this catastrophe. But now I know that it was the greates blessing of my life, it was a blessing that turned me from 'uber cool rich prince' to 'Afnan Bin Helal'- a title that defineltely suits me better.
So, as the 15 year old snob was grumbling over why his dad suffered a loss his dad had fell sick, so sick that he couldn't even attend office anymore, so sick that the 15 year old self realized that the dad he was angry at may even not be there. That is when he realized that money is a miniscule matter, it gives weight to the life you live, but the substance in life comes from much greater things than that. Much greater things that even the richest may not have, but the poorest may have billions of!
Family, friends and their love, their existence.
The 15 year old snob was me. The day I realized this important lesson, my dad called me to his room to have a one on one talk to his most loved but most spoilt son. I...