A friend better than a mirror.

 

Sometimes people can’t see hope anymore, you don’t seem to see it that way . – Jas

 

Sometimes you look at the reflection at the mirror and all you see is where the spots are, where the freckles are.

Today in her journey, she stepped into a place filled with mirrors. Mirrors of all kind. One that enlarges, one that shrinks, that heightens and one that shortens. But the things that only seem to reflect back is the spots.

Today, she stood in the mercy of her reflection with a question.

Is she enough? For all the things she does, is she enough? Is she enough for everyone and every other thing?

Sometimes in our lives, all we need is a new perspective, a reassurance, a friend.

 

Just that time a friend came into that room with mirrors, and for every reflection, her new company saw something in that reflection that she fail to see all along.

Hope and preservation.

And that was enough for her. To know that she is of hope and that she never stops trying. These two words will resound in her head for a very long time, like water to one who thirsts, it will sustain her spirit.

You too are more than the man in the mirror. Much more. Pass the freckles, pass the marks on your face, there is something inside of you.  You are made for a reason but instead of wasting your time searching for that reason, start living first. Because I believe unless you  start living, no other reason will matter.

Someone once said, ‘ don’t ask what the world needs,  ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”

You are more than your reflection tells you.

The world needs someone like you. - Jas

The wait.

How much of human life is lost in waiting. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

We’re constantly waiting for something. Whether it’s a cab, or a relationship to bloom, or a decision, or somebody, or for a day, or for life. We’re constantly waiting.

Someone once said that the hospital is a place people go with questions but in which they do not come out with an answer but an extension. I walked into a ward and on every bed laid a life – a story. In this room there were two stories.

Erica

Her book of life is stained with blood - blood from her wrist. As I entered the room, I see her sit up on her bed talking to the company of people who comes to lend a support, who tries to wipe that blood stains on her book and flip it to a new page, who is trying to give her one reason to live.

 

A few feet away, lay another story, an aged one. One in which wisdom whispers through its pages, and its pages reaching the end.

Pakiam

Her fragile body lay quiet on the mattress. Her hair white pulled neatly to a knot behind, every strand representing the years she took upon writing her pages. As I watched her lay, her brittle legs start moving. And she pushed her legs out of bed by the side bars of the bed. Her hands held tight on the bar as she pushed herself to the corner of her bed. All she ever wants to do is stand. But because her legs were too weak she couldn’t.

I listened as Pakiam spoke of the people she loves. Her children, whom oblivious for her own good that they have abandoned her long ago. She took my friend who was standing next to me as her child, and begun talking about the times she has been waiting for her.

It’s ironic that the one whose book is left with so many blank chapters is trying to end the book. The one who has all the support is still in need of love. The one who can stand wants to fall. But the one who’s book is about to end, has not stopped writing. The one who has no support, and who is abandoned can show love. And the one who knows she will fall if she stands up, never stops trying.

But what more is that this two stories are just laying a few feet away from each other in the same room – waiting. Waiting to leave the room for different reasons.

 

In many ways, we are all waiting. Question is, what are we waiting for? The great John Lenon says, life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans. I think, life is what passes you by when you’re busy waiting.

If only we all know the reason Pakiam tries to stand up again and again although she knows she will most definitely fall, we might stop waiting any longer and try standing up. Try at least – to put one feet in front of another. To move. To live life as it comes.

Pakiam stood up again the next day. She fell again with her legs bruised. But that very day, her daughter had come to see her.

What are you waiting for?

This day.

We are very positive people – very.

We live our lives as if we are going to live forever. We go to bed so assured that we’ll wake up tomorrow, just like any other day.

Today, a child feels lost, a brother weeps, a sister grieves, a father breaks, a mother mourns. Today, a loved one is missing. All this happened suddenly – today.

Only heaven knows the hearts of the ones who mourn in Japan.

Quotes warn us to speak love to the ones we love, but instead we’ve made friends with pride.

A few hours ago, a friend sent false report that Malaysia might be hit with earthquake. Before her mind could process the impossibility of that happening, the faces of people she would like to meet before anything happens flashed in her mind, the things she would tell them.

We know that incredible speech everyone gives about living your life to the fullest and with no regrets. And she has been doing just that, but only until a few hours ago, there was a shift in her heart. There are still things that she hasn’t done today- those faces.

Live every day as if it were your last and then some day you'll be right.- H.H. "Breaker" Morant

If news comes that your nation is to be hit by a deathly disaster now. What would you do?

Live today. Live now.