| Monday, October 15, 2007 |
| twin cities |
How can one thing give you both happiness and pain at the same time? It’s like a bad movie wherein you feel two different poles of emotions that you end up looking like some neurotic schizophrenic madman. Laughing and crying. Excited and then you get hit by some unidentified sharp object. Irony is something the ignorant never endure.
Yeah hope could be a great thing. Gives you something to aspire for and drive you on the most intricate of obstacles. Because you only think of something better. I always relished the thought of being needed. Not even me physically but my opinions maybe or my views. Being heard, make that listened to by someone other than your own psyche provides you with a sense of significance. One of the best experiences I ever had was sharing a nightcap with one of my oldest and most admired friends. I looked up to him for his views, perceptions of so many aspects in life, talent and wisdom. And that night he was asking what I thought. What my views were and what would I do in his shoes. Just by doing that he made me so special. Imagine you held someone of such high regard and yet they thought you were important? It feels great. Without fake bullshit. Without sugarcoated praise. The mere act of listening to you gives you a satisfaction or authenticity as a person. My ever faithful brother said, he is one of the very few people who could make me feel good about myself by just expressing interest. In my life, in my contribution to his thoughts. I like that feeling. If you ever have that with someone, you should savor it.
You never know when someone could unexpectedly hit you with another unidentified flying sharp object.
Today I tried to have the better demeanor. There are the usual disappointments and stressful situations with suppliers which is more like a daily routine or problem that can only be solved with a steadfast resolve. Same as with last Saturday, instead of blowing a gasket, a cool head and smile kept my blood pressure down but was still able to communicate the demands required of the situation. Same as today. And with just the meager thought of seeing an opportunity for a colleague, I was given a very sweet message that gives me even more motivation to maintain this disposition. There are those people who appreciate the tiny things you do for them. And so I go back to the initial point when I started writing this. There are those times when the shortest of phrases can blow you to the ground. But it can also go the other way around.
To my good friend - now known as Happy. Good luck in London dear. Maybe your life will be much better there. I just spoke to my other friend Ane who has found herself in Sydney. I think you will also find the love you lost when you grew up too fast too soon. I am very proud of you sistah. Just me, your diminutive little ball of friendly fire. |
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It was great to chat with you, my friend. In a way, we never really stop finding a bit of ourselves at certain points in our lives. Just welcome the opportunities to get to know yourself a little more, and who knows, you just might surprise yourself. :)
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It was great to chat with you, my friend. In a way, we never really stop finding a bit of ourselves at certain points in our lives. Just welcome the opportunities to get to know yourself a little more, and who knows, you just might surprise yourself. :)