Because...
I believe in karma.
Even though no one is around, someone up there is watching your every move.
I would expect to be treated the same way if the roles are reversed.
We are all humans who are prone to making mistakes and hence, deserve a second chance.
But last but definitely not least, since you don't know me long enough to discover every facet of me and find out that I'm merely human.
Just like you.
"Remember that everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something and has lost something." - H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity." – Gilda Radner
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Why do I love you? Tell me why
Took me awhile to locate this quote:
"Do not save your loving speeches for your friends till they are dead; Do not write them on their tombstones, Speak them rather now instead." – Anna Cummins
Why do we perpetually take the things we have for granted?
How could we not have learnt from our past mistakes?
Why do we let our egos get in the way in bouts of anger, only to regret it later and yet, still refusing to swallow our pride and say those 2 little words that mean so much?
Why do we hurt the ones we love the most?
Why do we sometimes treat our friends better than our family?
In an ideal world, there will always be a tomorrow.
But every good story must have an ending and often enough, we don’t get to choose where, when or how.
Speak now or forever hold your peace.
RIP, grandma.
"Do not save your loving speeches for your friends till they are dead; Do not write them on their tombstones, Speak them rather now instead." – Anna Cummins
Why do we perpetually take the things we have for granted?
How could we not have learnt from our past mistakes?
Why do we let our egos get in the way in bouts of anger, only to regret it later and yet, still refusing to swallow our pride and say those 2 little words that mean so much?
Why do we hurt the ones we love the most?
Why do we sometimes treat our friends better than our family?
In an ideal world, there will always be a tomorrow.
But every good story must have an ending and often enough, we don’t get to choose where, when or how.
Speak now or forever hold your peace.
RIP, grandma.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Mood ring
I look at the way some people treat others when they are in a foul mood and wonder whether they realized how ugly they looked or how appalling they sounded like in the heat of the moment. And that reminds me of my all-time favorite Law of the Garbage Truck:
http://mellyswritingsonthewall.blogspot.com/2008/11/law-of-garbage-truck.html
I personally think that no one should need to put up with stinky garbage trucks, be it at home, workplace or within the society in general.
I guess how we view ourselves when we look in the mirror can be totally different from how others see us.
As I'm a believer that everything in life happens for a reason, perhaps these garbage trucks are in our lives to allow us the chance to beef up our tolerance levels.
And also to show us that no matter how perfectly symmetrical a person's face is and regardless of how witty, intelligent & charming this person can be during their 'off-peak', 'non-monsoon' periods, at the end of the day, people will only remember you by how you mistreat them.
Even if it was just that once.
Because the fact of life is that one may forgive but rarely forgets.
"Patience is a virtue, possess it if you can. Seldom found in woman, never found in man." - Author Unknown
http://mellyswritingsonthewall.blogspot.com/2008/11/law-of-garbage-truck.html
I personally think that no one should need to put up with stinky garbage trucks, be it at home, workplace or within the society in general.
I guess how we view ourselves when we look in the mirror can be totally different from how others see us.
As I'm a believer that everything in life happens for a reason, perhaps these garbage trucks are in our lives to allow us the chance to beef up our tolerance levels.
And also to show us that no matter how perfectly symmetrical a person's face is and regardless of how witty, intelligent & charming this person can be during their 'off-peak', 'non-monsoon' periods, at the end of the day, people will only remember you by how you mistreat them.
Even if it was just that once.
Because the fact of life is that one may forgive but rarely forgets.
"Patience is a virtue, possess it if you can. Seldom found in woman, never found in man." - Author Unknown
Monday, December 7, 2009
The Truth, the Whole Truth & Nothing but the Truth
No matter how hard I try, I still can't seem to understand why one would be on a relentless pursuit of the truth when the actual truth is that they can't really stomach it.
There's a reason why I didn't choose to share in the first place. And you could have heard the reluctance in my voice while you were pestering me. But still, you insisted.
Tell me, when the truth finally came out in the open, did you feel better than you did prior to that very moment?
One thing is for sure: It sure hell didn't make me feel like a saint.
In fact, it made me feel horrible, like I've done something terribly atrocious when the fact was I did nothing but told you what you insisted you wanted to know.
"The truth is rarely pure and never simple." - Oscar Wilde
There's a reason why I didn't choose to share in the first place. And you could have heard the reluctance in my voice while you were pestering me. But still, you insisted.
Tell me, when the truth finally came out in the open, did you feel better than you did prior to that very moment?
One thing is for sure: It sure hell didn't make me feel like a saint.
In fact, it made me feel horrible, like I've done something terribly atrocious when the fact was I did nothing but told you what you insisted you wanted to know.
"The truth is rarely pure and never simple." - Oscar Wilde
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