It was a bright Sunday afternoon in a quiet town. The birds were chirping, children were playing in the park, and in one corner of the city, Mr. Wilson, a wealthy businessman, was busy showing off his latest “investment.”
To everyone’s surprise, it wasn’t a luxury car, a villa, or even a piece of land. It was… a coffin.
Yes, you read that right.
Wilson had spent weeks having it custom-made. The coffin was built from the finest teak wood, polished so well that you could see your reflection on it. Beautiful carvings of flowers and vines curled across the sides, as if it were a piece of royal furniture. The inside was lined with soft felt—imported, of course—because, according to Wilson, “Even in death, one must have comfort.”
The Wise Friend
That day, Wilson called his old friend, Thomas, a retired professor known for his wit and wisdom. He wanted Thomas’s approval—because what was the point of spending a fortune if you didn’t have someone to admire it?
“And look at the inside,” Wilson continued, opening the lid as if unveiling a new sports car. “The best felt lining. Imported from Italy. Only the best for me.”
“Of course,” Thomas said, trying not to smile.
The Question That Changed the Mood
Wilson puffed up his chest. “I wanted it to be perfect. The wood, the polish, the carvings, the lining—everything. Do you think anything is missing?”
The words struck harder than Wilson expected. For the first time, he looked at the coffin not as a trophy, but as a reminder. A reminder that no matter how rich, powerful, or respected one is, the end is the same—and we cannot take a single coin, a single comfort, or a single carving with us.
A Lesson for Modern Times
Thomas chuckled. “Now you’re talking sense. Live well, do good, laugh often—and let the coffin wait for its time. After all, it’s the living who should enjoy the best felt, not the dead.”
From that day, Wilson’s perspective began to shift. He still loved his luxuries (he wouldn’t be Wilson without them), but he also started giving more time to people, causes, and experiences.
Moral of the Story
Life is short and unpredictable. We spend so much energy preparing for the future that sometimes we forget to live in the present. A coffin, no matter how beautiful, is just a box. What matters is how much love, laughter, and kindness we fill into the days before we enter it.
🌿 So, don’t wait to live. Smile more, love deeply, and make your story worth remembering. 🌿
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