Letters 437: Perhaps Love

Vincent Van Gogh once said:

"What is done in love is well done."

To you whom I haven't met yet,

                 Here I am again for another weekly little chat & hopefully I should manage to say a lot before my bedtime. Anyway, did you know why do two people love each other? Why do we need someone to love? Why cannot we love ourselves and exist alone? And what is that chemistry that a couple loves each other? Why both should love each other, and no body else?

                 For me love is truly a mystery. Call it hormones, mind, heart, emotions or whatever, one falls in love with another person and cannot live without him/her. Physical beauty is not the sole criteria in romantic passionate love.

                Dear hummingbird, a very beautiful girl can passionately fall in love with an ordinary looking man to the surprise of all. There is something more that is yet to be explored. Ask a lover about why he/she loves her beloved and you will never get a logical answer. Love does not measure qualities, nor sets any standards. Love happens.

                Sometimes the love arises out of appreciation of qualities of the other. This love is different than romantic love, but can be equally magnetic. You may get attracted to some persons singing so much that you want to be with him/her at all times. It can be any quality, but it is the appreciation of quality that brings forth this love. In this case the love is passionate love with that quality.

                 My dear, in some cases two persons find so many things alike between each other that they believe they are soul mates. Made for each other, these lovers are bound by the common qualities. What ever may be the reason for falling in love, perhaps there is a groovy kind of story behind it. 

                Perhaps, it is just love. And that is what all my 437 letters to you in nine years was all about. I had written stories about my life with a great hope that you can enjoy reading it in future. One day, live in my heart & pay no rent forever. 

Yours always,

The Half Moon Serenades.

26th of April 2015. 
 

Letters 436: A Groovy Kind of Birthday

Khalil Gibran once said

"Half of what I say is meaningless, but I say it so that the other half may reach you."

To you whom I haven't met yet,

         Here I am again for a little talk. Oh, it is cold! But I am sitting here in my pyjama & sweating like the proverbial bull. Anyway, the last five days have been the same. Remember I told you that I had managed to give a show at the old folks home with an old guitar? 

           Well, I have managed to get a fine old guitar from one of the resident here so I have something to help pass a few weary hours when I volunteered here. Of course, I don't really play a guitar since I am more a 'piano' man, but I will learn through time, providing the instrument lasts long enough. 

           You see my hummingbird, I have a vast selection of songs now & I play the guitar. I am taking the best possible care of this old guitar & I intend to try & fetch it back with me if at all possible. At first, the trouble was the owner of the guitar (one of the old folks home resident) & now, it's my fever. What a life.

            I certainly will sing a song for you on our anniversary in the future. If all goes well & my playing skill are in any way decent of course. I will make sure I am doing justice to you & to this old guitar as well. 

            Anyway, did I mentioned that tomorrow (20th of April) is my birthday? I know that it will be another birthday without you. How I wish you can be here with me tomorrow. But I believed one day we will celebrate a groovy kind of birthday together. Until then, I am here, for you.

p/s We will never miss each other birthday, ever :)

With love,

The Half Moon Serenades.

 

Letters 435: Of Dust & Shadows

Nicolas Chamfort once said:

"The most wasted of all days is one without laughter."

To you whom I haven't met yet,

        Here I am with another hour to spare as I am just recovering from a bout of fever. I am well at this moment but being pestered by a few mosquitoes, even though the weather is becoming cooler especially at nights. What a weird weather here, roasted by day & frozen by night.

         Well my hummingbird, I could give you ever so many stories about my life here. But lately, the weather has been very bad indeed. Another thunderstorm occured last night, as if one wasn't hot enough in the morning. It's 5.00 p.m. now & I am in lovely mess. You see, I have been pouring sweat all day & some of it has dropped on the keyboard of my laptop. Soon dries though.

          You remember how I mentioned in my previous letter about how I saw few gentlemen at the construction site mopping their brows & with the bodies all glistening? Well, that's how I am at present only it isn't oil or dust I use but the real sweat! To say the least, it is a bit uncomfortable. 

          When I looked at my face, I am reminded of the proverb 'all is not gold that glistens'. Or should the word be glitters. Anyway, why worry, I glisten more right? 

          As I said before, I will have numerous experience to relate, some humorous, some sad but it is surprising my angel, how one like me can see humor in almost everything, apart from death itself. For myself, I thank God for my health & a keen sense of humor. 

           Last but not least, one day, I want you to remember this. Even though we are far apart, I hope our thought will always be with each other. We can always see the same moon & the same stars. When you realise that, we may be saying & thinking the same thing at the same time. Being like a dust & shadow, so it will not be too bad does it?

           Until then, put in your heart the fact I loved you way before we knew each other. Perhaps, it won't be too long before you can celebrate my birthday together one day, someday.

Loving you, 

The Half Moon Serenades.

11th of April 2015. 

Letters 434: Another Day of Miracles

Rumi once said:

"Stop acting so small because you are the universe in ecstatic motion."

To you whom I haven't met yet, 

        For me, today is life. Will you believe me if I said that I believed in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong & that tomorrow is another day of miracles? 

        Few days ago, I met the mother of a two years old girl with a terminal genetic disorder at the orphanage where I did my free teaching. The rare genetic condition will eventually take her life but the mother is determined to make her daughter's short life as full as possible & give her some unforgettable memories.

        The mother cried as she told me about it. She knows that people who suffered from this disease are healthy for the first two years of their life, but their balance & co-ordination then will deteriorate rapidly. But I am a realist & & very pragmatic about this kind of situation. I know that some people will be in complete denial, like waiting for a time bomb to go off, waiting for the symptoms to start appearing. 

         Anyway, for me I want this little life she does have to be as special as possible & as such, I gave her, the mother & spouse a return ticket to Singapore plus Universal Studios entrance ticket for three at the end of this year. I know this cute little girl will enjoy this gift from me, being surrounded by her favourite cartoon characters & many more. At least, this is the best thing I can do for her, apart from giving her my moral support.

          Dear you, this is my life & I want you to know that I am both happy & energetic as what I promised you in all my 434 letters. Happiness for me is the key to a better life. Some people laughed when then read my letters, but for me, they don't understand life. 

          I am not sure what our future will be like but I know when you finally here, I will be able to tell you how much love did I put into loving you. Until then, have yourself a wonderful life, hummingbird.

Cheerios,

The Half Moon Serenades.

5th of April 2015.