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Life is Undervalued! One must first know society as a whole in order to appreciate the value of life. Since of their culture and materialistic ambitions, human beings may find themselves in a state of devaluation because their essential lives have been transformed into the society where devalue of humanity is seen by the people who are self-centred and barren inside. My existence is undervalued, therefore I'll tell you a mortal narrative to explain my everlasting circumstances. This is what we're about: a group of three brothers who don't have a place to call their own. It is our parents' greatest fear that they would not have a place to call home, and they are asking us to find them somewhere where they may share in the delight of their children's enthusiasm while singing them love songs. My father has been out of work for some months and does not have any food to provide. Throughout the day and night, we implored individuals to donate food to our needs. Growing levels of human misery and the natural gift of poverty are becoming more prevalent throughout time. Our high goals and dreams are shattered and our spirits are plunged to the lowest depths of despair every time a storm of poverty blows in from the outside. Our brothers, on the other hand, were unable to afford to attend college after a lengthy period of time because educational institutions required fees that we could not pay. Unfortunately, we have been unable to open the door from any position due to excessive weather and other variables that are beyond our control. For the following year or so, we relocated to a different city in the hopes of seeing some kind of miracle that would allow us to fulfil the desires of our bailies. Our attempts were fruitless despite the fact that we were surrounded by people, and there were no other humans to offer us food or drink, despite our efforts. After nine years of misery, we finally made the choice to combat poverty in order to get the fundamental essentials of existence, such as food and clothing, to which we are all entitled as human beings. We are now engaged in this battle. When confronted with adversity, we continue to live our lives in the face of unexpected events that have both physical and psychological consequences for our well-being. We were now in our twenties and had a clearer sense of our life's purpose, but the realities of everyday life were still difficult to deal with. Everything remained the same, except for our youthful naiveté. These were tough times for me since both of my brothers passed away from lung cancer, and my family was unable to recognise emotions such as joy and grief. As a result of my brothers' unexpected deaths, my father had a heart attack and had to leave us to fight a battle that the materialistic society had already won by that point. I suppose that, in this day and age of contemporary culture, only my mother and I have managed to discover a glimmer of pleasure. I was working in the shops at the time, and I used the money I earned to purchase some groceries and try my luck at buying lottery tickets on a daily basis. One day, much to my astonishment, I was the winner of the lottery. I earned a substantial sum of money as a result of the lottery, and I used it to purchase a freshly constructed house for my lovely mother, with whom I had maintained a strong relationship since infancy. However, upon the death of my mother, the last thread of hope I held onto, I felt helpless in the face of destiny's wrath, and I sought to make sense of the sudden loss of my family. Although I had experienced the death of a loved one in the past, I had no concept of what it was like until these catastrophes. It used to be that I was filled with sympathy and compassion, but that is no longer the case. I started to comprehend the anguish of others who had suffered the loss of a loved one. It's possible that no words can adequately describe this agony, at least not in the languages of this world. When you think of the person who has passed away, you are torn apart by pain that feels like a stone on your heart and causes tears to pour down your cheeks as you remember them. It doesn't matter what anybody else says; this grief will not go away with the passage of time. In spite of the passage of time, I still awaken to the sight of her in the room, drinking tea and binge-watching TV series. After barely a split second, I'm hit with the truth that everything has been a dream, and I feel a wave of frigid grief rush over me. Even though I seem to be tranquil and cheerful on the outside, I am empty on the inside. When my mother passed away, it was one of the most horrific experiences of my life because she was the only one left to support me. It was the most devastating disappointment of my life. Everywhere I go, no matter how far I go, the sound of my mother's laughing and the gentle rosemary scent will accompany me. My mother had a peaceful demeanour and a relaxing aura about her that I received from her. I was raised in a poor environment. She was there with me when I saw my first butterfly and the first rain. She was there to encourage and support me as I took my first steps. Because of her, I've learned to laugh and smile more often. Furthermore, my mum showed a remarkable amount of patience in listening to all of my fears and concerns. This is something to be admired. Her warmth and comfort kept me warm and comfortable throughout the chilly months when I was filled with self-doubt and self-hatred. It was her eyes that were soft and roaming when she gazed at other people, and they were full of understanding. I'm aware that my mother's greatest desire was to give the finest possible care for my brothers and myself, and I understand that. Her humour and comfort were always there for me when I needed them. She was always there to keep me entertained while I was going through a hard time. My mother was the only person in the world in whom I could place my total faith. Hearing about my friends' arguments with their mothers, I was surprised to discover that my own mother had never gotten into a fight with me. Since I first met her, I've had feelings of fondness and concern for her. Growing up, I had a tremendous desire to have a mother who was calm and intelligent, and having such a mother was always a dream. What I couldn't figure out was how she could put up with my continuous "whys" and "how’s." She was always willing to assist me with any questions I had. Since I've been alive for eighteen years, I've learned to answer a variety of inquiries, but I still have difficulty expressing myself clearly and succinctly in words. Each and every area of my existence was completely under my control. My mother seldom, if ever, forbade me from doing anything I wanted to do. For the first time in my life, I realise that it was my mother who instilled in me the ability to distinguish between right and wrong. She was the only one who ever showed genuine concern for my well-being. When I needed her, whether it was a great occasion or a terrible period in my life, I knew I could always depend on her to be there for me. No one else I'd ever met had a better grasp of my personality than she did. I will miss our discussions as well as her words of encouragement, advice, and concern, among other things. Just like my brothers, my mother's cancer news left me and the rest of my fellows in a state of shock. It turned out to be a watershed moment in my life. It wasn't long before I realised that my mother was in the latter stages of her illness. I started doing a lot more around the house to assist my mom (washing dishes, cooking for my mom, etc., so that she could rest). Beyond that, I made every effort possible to study all I could about breast cancer in the hopes of one day discovering a cure for it. Right up until the day she died, I held out hope that everything would work out. This feeling of sadness and helplessness that comes with being separated from a loved one is something that will last a lifetime. In the same way that departed children cannot be substituted for their parents, a mother cannot be replaced by anybody other than her own mother. This chance to tell my mother all that I had been thinking about her and how much I loved her made me feel like a very lucky person. That is why my heart breaks for people who have lost a loved one unexpectedly and feel as if they have so many questions, they have never had the chance to ask. As a consequence, I was able to express my thanks to my mother for passing on the characteristics that made her so useful to others, such as the ability to forgive, honesty, and devotion, as well as the qualities of compassion and generosity, as well as the ability to be cheerful to me and others. It didn't matter how bad things were going, a few words of consolation from her could make everything better. My mother's character serves as a basis for my own personality. She supplied me with all I needed to grow up, and much more, as a result of her loving care and protection. I was able to rebuild my shattered toys and broken heart all over again thanks to her kind touch, wisdom-filled words, and several hugs. In addition, I thanked her for giving me the confidence to face the problems of this crazy world with a smile on my face. I'm reminded of all the times when I didn't treat individuals with the respect they deserved because of my own shortcomings. That era in my life when I didn't put her feelings above my own comes back to me like a nightmare. Although I was aware that my mother had forgiven me, I was still plagued by the ghosts of the past when she passed away. Due to the unique nature of our connection, I've been left with an unfulfilled need in my life that no one else can replace. My whole life was turned upside down when my mother passed away a little more than a year ago. My grades started to deteriorate, I began to skip courses, and I eventually stopped participating in all of my extracurricular activities (hockey, badminton). I stayed in high school for an extra year after graduation. I had a terrible attack of the blues, which lasted for many days. I felt as though there was a huge hole in the fabric of my life. She was the most important person in my life at the time. I'd want to do something to honour and maintain my mother's memory and spirit, and I'd like to do it soon. The good news is that I can recall her voice and smile thanks to photographs and videos taken of her. I'm putting in a lot of effort right now to avoid obsessing on the past and instead concentrate on the future. No matter how much sadness I'm experiencing, I now understand what I must do in order to continue living following the death of my mother. I can't stand the prospect of being alone with my depressing thoughts any longer. Physical exercise will be required of me, whether it's running, reading, or playing video games on my computer. It is also worthwhile for me to devote some of my time and energy to others. If I can assist others, my life will have more value, and I will have less time to wallow in sorrow if I can help others. In order to move on from the hurt. It is necessary in order to start again with a completely new life. Whatever the case may be, you have no idea where to begin since the situation is so severe. The capacity to continue walking despite discomfort. It's time to face the light once again. Relax and enjoy the peace and quiet of nature, as well as the tranquilly of an unspoiled sea. Take a glance up into the night sky and think about the people who are most important to you. The capacity to continue walking despite discomfort. It is possible to remember someone who meant a great deal to you without forgetting them. However, the fact that people do not cooperate is one of the major reasons they are undervalued. It is seen as a non-essential component of life that can only be enjoyed by a select few. Everyone should have access to value. Humans are devalued when their value isn't recognised. Every life has value and is worth honouring. A gift from God Almighty, life is a gift in and of itself. Every person, including those who seem to be useless, is cared for by God. He has the same feelings for each and every one of us. But through it all, I was on my own in the fight against the forces of nature, and the people around me treated my life as if it had no value. ------------------------------------The End---------------------------------------