“The ultimate significance in life comes not from something external, but from something internal. It comes from a sense of esteem for ourselves, which is not something we can ever get from someone else. People can tell you you’re beautiful, smart, intelligent, the best, or they can tell you that you are the most horrible human being on earth—but what matters is what you think about yourself. Whether or not you believe that deep inside you are continuing to grow and push yourself, to do and give more than was comfortable or you even thought possible. The wealthiest person on earth is one who appreciates.” – Anthony Robbins
While on the way home…
Noticed 2 individuals along the walkway. One a blind singer, the other a tissue seller with really thin legs. Gave some coins to the singer, and went over to pass a dollar to the tissue seller.
The tissue seller looked happy but indicated that the tissue packet was worth 2 dollars.
And I thought 1 dollar was quite a pricey sum already.
So I asked, “Can I give you the dollar? I don’t want the tissue.”
The tissue seller shook his head. He indicated for me to take the tissue, and took the dollar. He then opened his arms as if asking for a hug, and said, “bao bao”.
I wasn’t sure what to do next, but I trusted my instincts that he meant well. So I went just that bit closer, and he leaned over to give me a hug. It was really a strong one near the neck, and I couldn’t help panicking for a bit.
Within a few moments, the hug was done. I was free to leave with the tissue packet. As I type this down, I wonder what it meant, and hope all the best for him.
You know how people tend to look forward to the weekends, especially the long ones? A common answer is opportunity to sleep in, rest & recover for the week ahead. & somehow if you don’t, the weekends seem wasted?
What if weekends are seen in another light? That they provide a glimpse of a life where you don’t need to worry about earning money, and you can make a conscious choice in how you want to spend your time. All 48 hours of it. It is a gift of personal freedom. How have you decided to spend this gift?
It’s one of those weekends where I have over-booked myself in various activities that are important to me and it’s difficult to know if I’m spending time and energy on the “right” activities. Realised that one of the things that is pulling me really low was my worry-worry-worry machine. It was running like crazy, and whatever decision made with it isn’t a decision really, it’s just stories. Made a decision to put out its plug, and put the energy to actually do more in the same time. So there :)
A most awesome evening at Kranji mudflats! Caught up with fellow nature enthusiasts & made new friends.
My team removed a couple of long abandoned fishing nets. We ended up spending much time trying to rescue horseshoe crabs that were entangled in the nets. Many of the horseshoe crabs were still alive, but they could not move because the knotted strings got into their feet, carapace & mouth parts. I am thankful that we rescued at least 20+ horseshoe crabs. Some of the rescued hsc were in such hurry to get away, they moved away really quickly when placed back on the sand!
Being nature people, my team did opportunistic bird watching too. ‘Snow Tern. From the North Pole.’ said Sunny, my team mate for the day. The terns dived into the waters occasionally, such a beautiful sight.
Utter joy to be out in nature :)
I came across an open letter written by Charlotte of Huffington Post blog, via a friend’s Facebook post. link
Through her letter, I got to know that Charley loves life. She loves her family, has a loving husband and has 2 really young children. Unfortunately, by the time anyone gets to read the letter online, Charley has already passed on. She was diagnosed with Stage 4 bowel cancer in 2012.
Instead of feeling depressed, she lived her remaining days to the fullest.
In her open letter, Charley said,
I have so much life I still want to live, but know I won’t have that. I want to be there for my friends as they move with their lives, see my children grow up and become old and grumpy with Rich. All these things are to be denied of me.
But, they are not to be denied of you. So, in my absence, please, please, enjoy life. Take it by both hands, grab it, shake it and believe in every second of it. Adore your children. You have literally no idea how blessed you are to shout at them in the morning to hurry up and clean their teeth.
Embrace your loved one and if they cannot embrace you back, find someone who will. Everyone deserves to love and be loved in return. Don’t settle for less. Find a job you enjoy, but don’t become a slave to it. You will not have ‘I wish I’d worked more’ on your headstone. Dance, laugh and eat with your friends. True, honest, strong friendships are an utter blessing and a choice we get to make, rather than have to share a loyalty with because there happens to be link through blood. Choose wisely then treasure them with all the love you can muster. Surround yourself with beautiful things. Life has a lot of grey and sadness – look for that rainbow and frame it. There is beauty in everything, sometimes you just have to look a little harder to see it.
There were at least 3 people who truly made my day today. You know those precious little moments that you would like to linger on for just that bit longer
a colleague-turned-friend who came by unexpectedly to share a little inside joke. Her one-liner was enough to elicit a bout of hearty laughter, as it triggered memories of how we waited 1hr for the public bus the day before, and how we went on our unexpected adventure (aka. detour) to make our way home.
this lovely lady from Port Dickson, who helped tend to my unruly tresses today. I truly enjoyed my conversation with her, which ranged from living alone overseas, to family, to potential safety hazards in Australia. Again a conversation that elicited a lot of laughter
and OK, this one, really takes the cake. As I was getting up from my seat to alight at the next bus stop, there was this really loud sound of something dropping right where I’m seated. Except I was pretty sure I didn’t drop anything, and was really puzzled. The ladies behind me pointed out that I must have dropped something for they heard the really loud sound too. And so did the uncle behind.
What happened next was truly unexpected. The bus driver asked what we were looking for, and immediately re-assured that he would stop at the next bus bay, and make sure that we search for what was dropped before moving on.
After a quick look around, I was pretty sure I didn’t drop anything. Said my thank yous & goodbyes, and alighted.
What happened next was also unexpected too. The bus driver left his seat, motioned for me to wait, and did a thorough search himself! All he found was a seed, which he picked up anyways and asked if it was mine. He also asked the other passengers if they dropped anything to cause the sound. It was only when he was satisfied that there was nothing really on the floor that he said goodbye, and went off to start the bus.