Helen Keller once said:
"What we have once enjoyed we can never lose, all that we love deeply become a part of us."
To you whom I haven't met yet,
always said to you that being different isn't a bad thing. Why would we
all want to be the same? For me, everyone is unique & that's what
makes the world go round.
Sometimes, people claimed that they talked to God for a small
help in their life. But when their wishes did not materialised, they
said that the sky is empty.
Dear you, for them, life is no more than
passing from one universe to another. But there's a difference for me,
you know. I don't think that we're meant to understand it all the time. I
think that sometimes we just have to have faith that life will be
better as time goes by.
I have seen people being bullied because they do not have
faith in their own life. People used to laugh at me because I was
my hummingbird, I never wanted to be with them anyway. I followed my
own rules & when I felt like something wasn't right, I stood up for
my faith. Now all those people are complaining about their life while
here I am, on my way pursuing my dream.
beautiful things come into our lives out of nowhere. We can't
always understand them, but we have to trust in them. I know you want to
question everything, but sometimes it pays to just have a little faith.
And I guess that's what all my 464 letters to you is all
about. I just haven't met you yet.
You will be my heart's epic adventure.
The Half Moon Serenades
27th of April 2016.
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
Sunday, April 10, 2016
Theodore Roosevelt once said:
"Believe you can & you're halfway there."
To you whom I haven't met yet,
10 more days to go before this beautiful date of 20th April. But let say, if 50 is the new 30 & 60 is the new 40, then is it too far fetched for me to assume that 27 is the new 17? While it’s tempting to consider skirting the reality of the number of years I’ve spent on the planet, something is calling me to face it head on, no cute little euphemisms about '27 being the new 17' etc. I think it’s time to call a spade, a spade.
While today’s 27 year old is nothing like the 27 year olds of my parents’ generation, there is no mistaking the fact that by any measure, turning 27 marks the beginning of a whole new territory in life again, one we used to call 'approaching middle age'. Funny though, except for those rare occasions when I’ve completely overdone it in working life, I rarely feel 'old'.
Dear you, does turning 27 mean that it’s time for me to speed up on living? Does it mean finding interest in the things that have heretofore been the source of passion & aliveness? Does it mean that we’re swept into the corner, left to gather mold & dust until we finally fade away old man? What the heck is this aging business all about anyway?
I believe I can age gracefully, not fighting or denying the fact, take a turn in the speed lane, put my feet high & take a little time out. At 27, one has earned regular time outs. But that doesn’t mean setting up camp there & falling asleep. I am deeply grateful that my younger self had the courage to wade into the deep waters in pursuing happiness, even though it wasn’t easy or comfortable at times.
Until then, wherever you are, whatever my age or your age, make everyday count. To number our days means to make each day count. Live your life to the fullest hummingbird.
Us. It is just a matter of time, I am sure.
The Half Moon Serenades.
10th April 2016.