Tuesday, October 18, 2005
STRENGTH AND SUPPORT
Friends. My friends are my source of support. This is the case for so many of us. Ever been down and out? Remember the persons who stayed by your side then? Remember the people who stuck by you no matter how bad the odds get? They are your source of support.
Yes, we are born alone, but we cannot live alone. We are, but social animals.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
I'll like to dedicate this posting as a tribute to 2 of my friends, who have exhibited the toughest of characters despite the difficult times they had to go through. I find it hard to start writing on this topic, not because i've got nothing to say but because this is something that touches my heart, hence all the more find it hard to find the appropriate words to exactly describe how i felt.
For now, let's just call them S and A. Coincidental as it may sound, both of them have similar kind of tough times. I've known both of them for quite some time but its only till recent times that I can really comprehend the hardship that they have been through. Blame it on my lack of awareness, blame it on my lack of empathy then. Do forgive me my friends.
S once had a well paying full time job with an established bank. However for the sake of his terminally ill mother, he willingly resigned from his banking job, took up a part-time position with another company, thereby starting a long period of caretaking for his ill mother. Mind you, almost all times not working was spent on taking care of his mother, attending to her every needs and wants. During the few years that this remains the case, S had little time and money for himself, leading to few social moments and even fewer indulgences. Yet he never regretted. S' mother has since left to a better place peacefully and I can see how S is both saddened and relieved at the same time. I too, share his sentiments.
A had similar problems. Like S, A's mother was also ill and require regular dialysis sessions. But perhaps due to financial needs, A maintained a full time job all this while as he will accompany his mother to the dialysis centre regularly, even if it means waking up 5, 6am in the morning and nothing having enough sleep. I can imagine how his mother is financially, physically and even emotionally dependent on A. On the other hand he has to bear with the long hours of his job, the lack of sleep having to take care of his mother, and the emotional burden of his mother being dependent on him. When I asked him about it though, he told me with a courageous smile - what to do but to move on? I looked at him with much respect as I imagine myself doing an imaginery salute to him.
When i look at them, i sometimes feel like lowering my head in shame. Why? Because they make me guilty. There was a period of time when I will feel discouraged at the slightest of problems and the least of worries. Yet now that I look at them, I realise that my problems were just pebbles on the beach in comparison. Yes, they had a big problem staring at them right in the eyes. But did they run away? No they didn't. In an era when it is no longer alarming to read about news articles depicting how children are abandoning their old age parents, both S and A are looking like sparkling diamonds.
Adversities...they do happen to everyone of us don't they? What that matters isn't what the adversity is, but rather, our attitude towards it. This, is the lesson I learn from my 2 titanic friends.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Recently I realised that one of my friends was in fact, very much an angel at heart. Let's call the person Angel. Angel is one of those rare breed of people who is able to put other people's interests before Angel's own interest. Even if it meant that Angel will have to go through much pain and torment because of that.
Also, Angel has its own problems with respect to relationships - something which I can easily empathise with as I had just came out of a storm not too long myself. As I listen to Angel's stories I was...touched. Wished there were more that I can do for Angel, as I understand how it felt to be tormented by affairs of the heart. Yet Angel still chose to sacrifice.
Yes, there are Angels amongst us still. Nevermind that there are probably more demi-devils around! Hah....
Angel, I wish you happiness.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
My current workplace has quite a number of people born under the sign of taurus. Damien, my good friend is one of them. Given so many taurus gathered together, its really interesting to try and spot the similarities which they share.
In general, I do feel that taurus people are good-natured, steady, patient people who are fiercely loyal to people who they regard as real friends. Damien, for example has a much higher level of patience than I do. (hey damien you do have virtues after all!)
There are 2 distinct characteristics about tauruses that i do take note of:
1. that while they are good-natured and do not get enraged easily, do beware that once they do they get real mad and it becomes a mammoth task to sooth them down!
2. As I mentioned earlier tauruses are fiercely loyal to their friends? The same can be said about their companions - be it spouse, boy/girlfriend, or even ex-lovers. Yup, you've heard it correct. Seems like even should the relationship not work out or fail to even bloom right from start, they will still nevertheless still be deeply entrenched emotionally with the person. Not that its necessarily a bad thing but sometimes I can really feel the pain from the unrequited love that that they are experiencing.
Good luck guys! *lots of blessings!*
Monday, October 03, 2005
A feeling of nostalgic prompted me to start blogging...again. My previous blog, I feel, ended up with too much sadness with it. It was something that I did not wish for, but happened nevertheless. It came as a shock, stunning and perhaps even nerve wrecking experience for me. For a long time, I laid down in despair drowned in sorrow.
Happiness left me then. Luckily, hope didn't. Eventually I managed to stand up on my own feet again, embracing life with optimism and humor once more. Now as I look back I can find my broken wings lying there not too far behind in the path I just walked past. I took a look at my back and saw 2 long scars that had just barely healed. I tell myself that it’s okay, that my wings shall raise once more and the day shall come when I can soar once more in the now distant skies.
Moon. Distant moon. Such an enchanting view as you stop to gaze at its full beauty. To me, it is just like the happiness that had just left. I can see it all the time, but I cannot touch it. Not until my wings are back again. Say…I must be feeling melancholic again.