Saturday, January 13, 2018

Letters 553: If You Could Read My Mind Love, What a Tale My Thoughts Could Tell

"I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person. There was such a glory over everything."

- Harriet Tubman


To whom I haven't met yet,

            Two days ago, my ex-classmate passed away due to breast cancer. She was an amazing girl who touched many lives in our secondary school. I can never what both of us did in the class, at the prefect room, in the hall or simply at the bus stop. It was not a platonic relationship but for no particular reason, both of us, just clicked.

             This classmate who passed away was a Christian. For her last birthday celebration months ago, I gave her a handmade wooden plaque with the verse 'Be Strong & Courageous' written across. I am pretty sure she took this gift seriously as she battled the cancer for more than 6 months. 

             Dear you, all of us will leave this world one day, whether we are famous, infamous or weirdo. Somehow the death of someone makes us want to say something about the deceased, even if he or she had never been in the longer part of our lives. But I think it is more meaningful to reflect regularly on the ordinary people in our lives especially while they are still very much alive.

             Life is sweet, friends are love. I hope she found her happiness before she passed away. How sweet, my mind said unconsciously as I saw her face for one last time. I walked back with smiles attached.

             I guess that's all I have to say for this first letter of the year. Remember hummingbird, when all's well, the end's well too.


p.s

If you could read my mind love, what a tale my thoughts could tell. 


For the other half of the sky,

The Half Moon Serenades.

13th of January 2018.

Friday, December 22, 2017

Letters 552: A Little Thing Called Love

"Whatever you do, you will be sorry for the rest of your life if you say no."

- Gabriel Garcia Marquez (Love in the Time of Cholera, 1985)


To whom I haven't met yet, 

           Divorce & separation seems to be the words of the day lately in my working place. I was right in my previous letter to you when I said love can lift a human to dizzying height or drag them into the depths of despair. 

            It makes me wondering when things begin to change between divorcing couple? Maybe the laugh that comes out of each other mouth sounds hollow, maybe they feel the floor giving way beneath them or maybe, just maybe, the air being sucked out from their body. 

            Love is like a grip of madness. At first, when you are apart from your lover, all you can do is think about your next meeting. As you drive to work, the love songs on the radio take on a new meaning as if they were written specially for you. But when you are on the brink of separation or divorce, you are convinced that all the love songs is nothing but a fake hymn.

            Dear hummingbird, what if I were to tell you that you need not suffer the pain of breakup? What if I were to tell you that a little faith in the Power above would ensure a life free of the anguish people usually feel after being dumped? Would you take it?

             I do not know about you but I would choose sunshine the color of life every time. Saying that, I believe that if you have faith in Him, everything will be fine. In fact, it will be more than fine. Every day when I wake up, I thanked God for delaying any sadness in my life. Friends think I have too much time on my hands, but they may not understand that I am on a hot pursuit of happiness. 

              This is a little thing called love.


p.s

Live in my heart & pay no rent, forever.


Yours,

The Half Moon Serenades.

22nd of December 2017.

Friday, December 15, 2017

Letters 551: Of Love & Solitude

"For those who are not frightened by the solitude, everything will have a different taste."

- Paulo Coelho (Manuscript Found in Accra, 2012)


To whom I haven't met yet,

          Every time a new year comes around, people make a new resolutions. As usual, year after year, the same thing happens. Within a few months, the resolutions quietly fizzle out. But I guess I still steadfastly held on to my New Year's resolutions, successfully achieved some & in pursuit of much more.

            As mentioned previously in my letters, I contributed 5% of my monthly income to buy & distribute foods for the unfortunate ones. Each time, I listened to wonderful stories from them. One of them (an old man at the retirement home) told me about the time he had always dreamed of being his own boss. As such, he participated (unknowingly) in a Ponzi scheme called the Sunshine Empire in Singapore. But it did not turn out as planned when he found out it was a multi-level marketing scheme & not as easy as promised by his up line. His family also did their part by cutting down whatever spending expenses they could & scrape through financially each month. He worked as a contract labor soon after the scheme went bust. The work was taxing as the pay was far less than normal job. He was unhappy with himself because he felt he was wasting his life doing petty stuff until today. 

              I suggested to him that he start operating a food stall at any food court near their home. It was a risky suggestion but after much deliberation, I decided it is the best thing for him at the moment. Granted, it will never be easy or as promising like what I envisaged for them. Business will be slow, losses will be more than profits. But I asked them to make a New Year resolution for 2018 to never give up & march forward. In my words, "die die must try". 

                Dear you, the last time I met him was a week ago. He is much happier person now compare to a month ago. He enjoys his work as a hawker. I am pretty sure nothing is going to hold him back from the future. I am proud of him. One less wandering soul off the street right? This is a love.

                Love is only a word, until we decide to let it possess us & people around with all its force. Love make us march forward & never give up. It is always the last key on the key chain to opens the door in difficult life. 

                I guess that is it for the 551st letter to you. Until then, have yourself a wonderful march towards the end of this glorious year.


p.s

Don't try to be useful, try to be yourself. It makes all the differences. :)


To destiny,

The Half Moon Serenades.

15th of December 2017.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Letters 550: From Road Trip with Love

"And stand together yet not too near together for the pillar of the temple stand apart & the oak tree with the cypress grow not in each other's shadow."

- Kahlil Gibran (The Prophet, 1923)


To whom I haven't met yet,

           Over the past 11 years, I've written quite a lot (550 letters to be exact), yes cry me a single tear & I've written in a variety of places no one in their right mind would try to do creative writing.

            Instead of spending hours ranting on social media about every issue affecting my life as the year fast approaching the end, I took off on a road trip with a wish list of 'to-dos' for the past three weeks. After all, everything we know on earth is finite & if there are things we want to do, we had better do it fast before we died right?

             The road trip wasn't a depressing affair. In fact, it was quite fun doing crazy things that I wanted to do for so long. I guess it is for me to seize the day, live it fully & make each day counts. These are experiences that add new perspectives & feed the soul. It change me in unexpected ways, adding strength to my character & teaching me to count my blessings & to love others.

              Dear you, every day is indeed a bonus. I missed someone in Malacca. I never mentioned it because I knew it would not make a difference because it would be artificial & empty efforts like watching the paint to dry up on the wall. 

                But that's life. It is perhaps enough to think back with fondness on our shared moment in the sun. Some friendships evolve, some love fade away, some memories become fossilized marvels, suspended in perfection, frozen in our mind. 

                 I guess I learned so much in this year road trip my hummingbird.


p.s

One day, when you go through deep waters, I will be with you. Pinky promise. :)


Always,

The Half Moon Serenades.

29th of November 2017. 

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Letters 549: Farewell Little Angel

"What you seek is seeking you."

- Rumi 


To whom I haven't met yet,

            I recalled few years ago, holding a newborn in the orphanage as others formed a circle around with clasped hands & prayed for her. They knew that not all abandoned infants, let alone the one found in a dustbin get to survive. Despite their sorrow, they were grateful his life wasn't at risk.

            Will you believe me if I told you that baby is an amazing creature? A customized, detailed work of God, mimicking their respective mother/father, down to the pattern of their smile across their cute little face. You will be surprise to know that some babies are really amazing in their resilience. Like a piece of white cloth, they haven't feel the pain that we go through. I guess the little angels wasn't ready to say their farewell.

             Dear you, the word 'farewell' has become so common these days. There always seems to be some acquaintance saying 'goodbye', one after another accompanied by their predictable circumstances in my life. So many farewells along the way but it is the 'farewell forever' that depletes the soul. But luckily, there were none this year.

              This morning, as I stepped into the living hall at the orphanage, I saw a young sweet girl hurrying towards me. My mind flashed to the memories with her years ago (see above). She gave me a good hug (super tight huggy wiggy hug in her own words). I had earnestly prayed for her & the rest of orphans. I brushed my hand against her face, it was wet with tears. I found out my prayers went answered because she finally found adoptive family to start her new life all over again.

               Life is sweet, memories are forever. At last, she will be free & I can finally say a farewell. A sweet farewell of course. Somehow in my haste, I wrote for her a piece of letter with a hope that one day, when she mastered the language, she will read & live her life to the fullest. 

               How sweet right my hummingbird? A good reason to be happy today before I embark on my  3 weeks Tour of Asia in three days time. I typed this letter for you with smiles attached. I just haven't met you yet. :)


p.s

Be joyful in hope, patience in affliction & faithful in prayer.


For the other half of the sky,

The Half Moon Serenades.

11th of November 2017.