Life is not fair; every one of us knows it. Losses and gains are a part of it. Some losses bring adversity; some might bring a huge change, a positive one. I’ve been through different situations of life, some left me with good memories while others still are regretful to recall.

I’m a successful business-woman today. My firmness and will brought me such a triumph of life which I would not have achieved unless I had a loss in my past, a financial loss. It was a time that my father owned a leather mill where different leather products were manufactured. We used to have all possible luxuries where life was a bed of roses to me. By then, I was a youthful girl, unaware of the bitter realities of life. Before I longed for any new thing, it was already bought and placed in my room as a surprise. My family was well-heeled in every manner, by skills, by honour and by status. The business in leather was build up by my father from scratch to this admirable height. But I never understood his stability and hard work. I was a big spender who never knew the real worth of pleasure and treasure.

I always counted my blessings and never learned to take life in a sense of maturity until my tough luck knocked my door. Although it was a blessing in disguise but by that moment, I could not understand how swiftly time changed and every moment appeared so impossible to survive. My father bore a big loss in his business. Our leather mill was burnt to ashes by a minor mistake of our single worker. All contracts taken were turned down. Company went into serious trouble when many workers fled during the recession.

I, being the eldest daughter assisted my father with great responsibility.  I joined my father’s company, and took a hold on all the issues of the company. I took preventive, detective and corrective measures in order to re-establish the rotten shine of our company. Although all our cash was withdrawn from our accounts but still, few of our loyal workers helped the owner, my father and I, to give a sound relief of not taking salary for three months. I worked my fingers to the bone and managed to give their rights later.

This misfortune changed my life absolutely in a positive way . My view on life changed with this unpredictable disaster. I, who was so jolly and non-serious towards life turned into a sensible and realistic woman. I realized how my father faced every obstacle in his path and yet, remain determined. I tasted blood and thus, I’m now an independent, firm individual who knows how to survive with the power of skill and will. I learned the lesson of a balanced life. Life is not merely joy and laughter, it is also sobriety, temperance and diligence.

(This is not a real experience of mine. I just made it up to write an assignment. I hope it becomes of use for others as well.)

Regards,

Moallima