Farewell Tears

Why is it that whenever we leave our loved ones that our hearts become heavy and sometimes even tears are shed ?

Sometimes it's only for a weekend but the very thought of leaving or being away from my loved ones has brought tears to my eyes ... And I become like a child again ...
And I have often wondered why it is like this ...

When I look around, I see most people having difficulty bidding adieu to their friends or family, in varying degrees, some getting serious though smiling, others cracking jokes though deep inside sad, again others getting moist eyes, and others crying loudly or silently ...

What is it that makes us behave like this ... ?

Maybe there is a slight fear that we will not see each other again ... That this was the last time and we haven't said "BYE" properly ...
Maybe we haven't said all that we wanted to tell them ...
Maybe we just love them so much that something inside us aches badly...
Maybe we miss their presence and their impact on our lives ...
Maybe we hate to see them being lonely without us ...

Whatever our reaction when we say "Bye" ... we pray deep inside that we will be given a chance and we can meet again soon ...

Worry only for today

There is something special in the Bible in Mathew 6:34 :

Do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

It is strange that when you look deep inside or randomly (as I did) you can find true gems of advice in the Bible. Maybe it's not strange, just what it is supposed to be.

In these times when everyone is so busy with their lives and has only time to worry .. about bills to be paid, loans to be taken, emergencies to be taken care of and dreams to be fulfilled, this advice comes in really handy.

Amongst this chaos we often don't know what to do. Knowing or rather believing that everything will be fine, that we will get solutions to our problems when the time is right is such a relief.

And we can smile more , laugh more and love more ... and the world will be a better place .

Blessing in disguise

Sometimes when people make fun of you or call you names,
it comes as a blessing in disguise ..
It causes some of us to think and take action and improve on ourselves,
not because we lack so much but so as to excel even more ...

It becomes the fuel we were looking for all this time, the fuel that drives us to change ourselves or our present situation for the better.

If Mahatma Gandhi had not faced racial discrimination in South Africa, would he ever have thought of getting us independence ? Have we ever thought about this ??

I was, I am, I will be

When I was small I was interested in so many things ...
In Kindergarten always busy with stage shows where we used to enact something or dance to a song. In my primary school years it wasn't much different either. My teachers would always tell my parents that I am talented. But it stopped there. As I grew up, I started to become a shy person who would only smile but not say much. I have been trying hard to crack this shell open.
Sometimes it's easy, on other occasions I try to close it harder.

After I got my first job I started to open up again, found some gems of friends and I started to learn and pursue some new hobbies.
Photography has been one of them. Its seed was planted long time ago when my father gifted me my very first camera.
I bought my very own digi-cam and since then I've been shootin and shootin .... I'm not a pro but I just like to shoot at whatever comes to my sight .... and sometimes I get very nice snaps .... especially of my son ... who is my object of shooting nowadays.

I always liked drawing ... so I picked up glass painting as another hobby. Having had a friend who did glass paintings helped me a lot to start off. It gives me such immense happiness each time I finish a "masterpiece" of my own.

I don't know how I acquired the liking for writing .. maybe because I always loved reading since my childhood ... Another dear friend told me of the blog he was writing. And I liked this idea ...
So I started out with this blog that you are reading right now ...
I like this medium of writing.. this blog enables me to be myself ...
I can share my feelings and thoughts on any topic freely without having to worry about what other people might think about it. And it's nice to know that someone out there does take the time to read it.

In the future, I feel I should take up some activities that will allow me to interact more with others.
... Maybe enact some plays, sing, laugh and dance and have fun
... just like I used to when I was a kid.

You are perfect

How many people have told you that you are perfect?
In my case noone.
I am not perfect and I am well aware of it. But I also haven't come across anyone who is "perfect". I wonder if the great people like Buddha or Jesus have been perfect themselves.

Life would be such a nice experience if all people would tell you "Hey Dear, you are perfect to me!! or would atleast accept you the way you are... The truth is .. some do and some don't ....

Somewhere I read "Everything created by God is perfect, and so are you."
and then somewhere else "God is perfect. But we are not. God wants us to change."

I assume this is not really God's opinion, rather the opinions of two different people. Each statement is in stark contrast to the other, and yet anyone can choose their cup of tea...

Perfection to each and every individual has a different meaning, and that's what makes us so perfect .... or should I say imperfect ???

This one worked ...

I have been trying in vain in the past to talk to a person especially after we have an argument, to explain the way I felt in a particular situation. It never worked so far. This person was never able to understand my point of view. I tried many things and I also tried prayer .. but no success. Then I came across a prayer for people who request for better communication with others. I read it. And I tried again. I prayed that this person may be able to receive what I have to say and grasp the meaning, the feelings I have .... God really worked on this person ... It seemed as if God removed his hands from the ears of that person and now everything was clear.And this made me think ... Maybe the way I pray is not correct. Maybe I need to be more specific in what I pray for ... I need to be sincere and honest when I pray.

Hmmm... Not so easy .... It worked this time ... dunno for how long though.

One Moment

One Moment ... so very short yet so very long at times.
So much can happen in a moment's time.

One Moment is all it takes .... to make or break a relationship
... to give a hug or give a slap ...
... to hold a hand or let loose ...
... to give a kiss or show a smile ...
... to win or lose a battle ...

We react so different one moment , and then back to normal the next moment ....

So many relationships are broken because of one unstable moment ....
and the few that have survived ... have seen so many of them ...
yet thrive on the good ones alone.

We long to live a long life, yet we miss so many precious moments in our life ...
moments which if acted upon in the right way would make it worth to live even a short life.