Life is too ironic to fully understand.
It takes sadness to know what happiness is.
Noise to appreciate silence.
And absence to "value presence".
Value and appreciate the people who sacrifice their 'something' for you.
Because maybe that 'something' was their everything.
Values are like fingerprints.
Nobody are the same, but you leave them all over everything you do.
Sometimes you will never know the value of the moment until it becomes a memory.