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Work (a) fortune

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You should be as lucky to work at the docks”.

It was something he heard his uncle constantly say, whenever he saw him once or twice annually. As a young boy he looked up to his favourite relative because he would always have an interesting story to say. Rather a bunch of them. He made life seem so spectacular, so adventurous, so….worth living.

But it was only when he grew up and actually got a job supervising the deliveries of a container ship that he finally understood what his uncle meant.

Life at the docks was different. It was simply…more.

 

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Also part of Daily Prompt: Fortune

The incomprehensible female nature

https://cdn.davidwolfe.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/overthinking_by_kijadoll-d6e39ct-e1444741767208.jpg“There is a girl at school that is picking on me,” barked Harriet as she entered the kitchen, throwing her bag on the floor.

She sat down at the kitchen table, silent.

Her young mother turned at looked at her. The little girl’s expression was caught between fighting a rage and restraining the tears.

“We’ve all been there, sweetie,” the older woman said soothingly. “And not just at school. It doesn’t really change much as age increases”.

“But these people only have the value you grant them. Try not to pay so much attention and you’ll see she’ll eventually stop. The more she sees she is getting to you, the more she’ll carry on like this. Just remember, we’re jealous and mostly envious of the people we think are better than us. So you have nothing to worry about. Don’t scoop to her level. Show her she is right to be jealous of you. And be the brave and strong little girl I know I have. I know it’s hard, but don’t stick to such issues for so long. We women have a curious way of overthinking and over-analysing everything. I think we spend over half our day doing that. And it is only women who have such issues with one another, pretending hypocritically that they love each other while they stab one another in the back. Just don’t get caught in the trap”.

“I’ll second that,” said the little girl’s father as he walked into the kitchen, warmly kissed his wife, and wrapped his arms around his daughter.

“Men have a different type of bond between them. One that women can’t understand. For better or worse we are simpler creatures. You women, though…” he sighed, “no matter how much time we spend with you, we’ll never be able to truly understand you!” He looked at his wife. “But regardless of the nagging and your incomprehensible nature, we wouldn’t know what to do without you, and we love you more than you know”. His wife smiled her blush away as her face illuminated.

 

Also part of Daily Prompt: Symbiosis

Ordinary is boring

http://www.productivity501.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/Being-Extraordinary.jpgSome people take pride in being ordinary; feeling embarrassed if they are even the slightest bit different than everyone else. But in fact, we weren’t born to be the same. We are here to stand out. To do something different and to bring something original into the societies we live in.

There are no ordinary people. Because everyone has a unique aspect that may take some effort to discover. Indeed, “genius is the capacity to see ten things where the ordinary man sees one” (Erza Pound).

Similarly, there are no ordinary moments. The moments are what we make of them. The feelings we share and the experiences we gather.

We are often prompted to find joy in what seems like the ordinary. Because, cliché as it may seem, it is in the little things that all the great emotions lie.

So when you feel like you’re just ordinary, think again. And do something a little bit different. Dare to change.

Remember, “the difference between ordinary and extraordinary is that little extra” (Jimmy Johnson).

 

Also part of Daily Prompt: Ordinary

The intruding spring

http://static.wixstatic.com/media/454789_6bb4a3a05395479b9e1bac474f5a0268~mv2_d_4272_2848_s_4_2.jpg_srz_4272_2848_85_22_0.50_1.20_0.00_jpg_srzHenry woke up when a bed spring penetrated his mattress and scratched his knee calf. The sting was enough to make him jump out of bed. Then, he had to get up.

He wasn’t a morning person. Not everybody is. Despite the fact that he was well aware of the French saying that the world belongs to those who get up early (“le monde appartient à ceux qui se lèvent tôt”); he was more of a supporter of the Italian one that it is sweet to do nothing (“dolce far niente”).

This was one of those mornings when he’d rather stay in bed. Henry was the type of person who upon knowing that he had a list of things to do, could not find the urge to do any of them. Instead, he would find other things to do, making his list grow longer.

He was the person who would always find something to do. His problem wasn’t not having something to do, but rather never having enough time to do it. Sometimes even desire.

But today it was different. The intruding spring made him realise that sometimes it is better to get up early because you enjoy more of the day, particularly on mornings illuminated by sunlight. Plus, you often have the chance to spend more time with the people you love.

So despite the inappropriate wake-up call, the day would develop much better and by nightfall Henry would be glad he was pushed out of bed so early.

There is always a more positive side to everything; if you’re open-hearted enough to see it.

Say nothing

https://getwallpapersinhd.com/images/big/watch_the_world_go_by-192412.jpgHis grandmother had told him when he was young that “when you don’t know what to say, it is better to say nothing at all”. The same is true when you having nothing to say. You shouldn’t speak for the sake of saying something. That’s just noise.

So he grew up being laconic with his speech. He wanted every word he uttered to count. The people around him often thought he was too introvert; didn’t open up too much. Others saw his silence as apathy or ignorance.

But often it is in the silence that most is said.

He knew the value of placing quality over quantity. And much of that was valid for speech too. He disliked people who would talk for hours about nothing simply to maintain attention drawn onto them. Instead he relished the moments when he would retreat from the world and gaze at it passing by without having to say a word.

It is in those moments that you find yourself. That you realise what you need, what you want, and sometimes what makes you tired or happy.

It is those moments that make you grateful for all you have and for simply being alive.

And it is right after that moment when you don’t know what to say, that your mind is flushed with all the things you wish you had said…

 

Also part of Daily Prompt: Sound

Something to hide

gondola08She was tired. In fact, she was exhausted. But he refused to acknowledge it. He failed to see how she strived to make her daily routine seem so effortless, while she was camouflaging the pain in the smile she always wore.

He worked hard. And she worked even harder. She tried to support him as much as she could, without asking for anything in return, other than a simply gesture of appreciation, a humble ‘thank you’, a hug and a kiss.

She was sick. But he failed to see it.

Not even when her light was dimming, could he see that he was losing her. She didn’t speak out, of fear that she would upset him too much and that he would overreact, as he usually did when trying to gain control of a situation.

Instead, she allowed herself to wither in the silence of her progressive departure. He was too fixated on his own beliefs to see that something was wrong. And it was only when she left that he realised what had happened. That fateful morning when she was no longer there. When the sky darkened and clouds brought on a tremendous storm.

But it was too late. He had allowed her to drown in her own secret, alone, because she loved him too much to make him worry.

She left with a photo of their last trip together hovering over their bed as an eternal memory.

The loudness of insecurity

girl-umbrellaIt was the first time Max had found himself in a psychologist’s office. He was postponing it for too long; he needed someone to listen to all the things that had accumulated inside him and were causing him stomach aches. The main problem he had to face was that he cared too much – he over-thought and over-worried about anything. Maybe this doctor would be able to show him how to care less, or at least how to not allow things to affect him as much.

Outside in the waiting room was a sign on the wall, a blue canvas with the inscription “Confidence is silent. Insecurities are loud.” It resonated with Max, as he thought about all the people in his life who annoyed him the most and who he wrongly permitted to distress him – they were all people who claimed center stage, those who thought that everything should be about them, who adopted an attitude close to that of a bully, and who pretended to mask their low self-esteem in (often overly) socialization.

For an hour, Max poured out his feelings to the person he had just met sitting across him in the small, yet cozy, room. He found himself telling him stories and emotions that he had never even admitted to himself. Psychologists, he realised, have a way of making you feel comfortable enough to share your inner most thoughts without dwelling too much on what you’re saying.

When the psychologist’s turn to talk came, Max took out a small notebook to write certain things down. They may have been just phrases, but they would help him in changing his own attitude and facing the situations he was forced to deal with on a daily basis.

“Insecurity is an ugly thing. It makes you hate people you don’t even know. More so, insults are the last resort of insecure people with a crumbling position trying to appear confident. Insecure people seek approval. They try to talk everyone down so that can feel superior. Don’t allow yourself to fall into that trap. Try, as much as you can to ignore them. Just don’t interfere in their lives so that they won’t interfere in yours. Remember, you only give them more power the more attention you devote to them. So simply turn the other way. Demonstrate your own confidence by shying away from the spotlight; let it chase you, not the other way round. Do something different instead: build people up, remind them they’re worthy, tell them they’re incredible; be a light in an often too dim world”.

Max left the office feeling uplifted. Sometimes, all it takes is some words of encouragement to view the situation in a different aspect.

The clarity of sincerity

sunflowerHave you noticed how a foggy window, a misty view, a cloudy day, often brings you down? Yet, as soon as they all clear, order is restored and you begin to feel better again. It’s the same with how we feel; how we view this world we are striving to survive in. No matter the mountains of words of inspiration that get thrown our way, there is perhaps nothing more significant than this: no matter what you do, always be sincere.

Sincerity is a trait we often underestimate. Because we think that everybody can demonstrate it. But it is a characteristic few possess, and even fewer can reveal. Sincerity is not to say everything you think but to mean everything you say. It’s speaking from the heart and being true to what you believe, think and feel. You don’t have to be fearless. Just be sincere. It’s what will make you stand out; how you’ll bring clarity to a hazy world.

It is true that sometimes, the most sincere feelings are the hardest to be expressed by words. But those are the very ones that count the most. Because you can feel the depth from which they come.

“Faithfulness and sincerity are the highest things” – Confucius

 

Also part of Daily Prompt: Sincere

The semicolons of our life

https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/f5/e4/92f5e407c58e12c15748128107278b65.jpgA semi-colon (;) is a punctuation mark often used when a sentence could have ended but it didn’t. Some stories in our life are like those sentences. Unfinished. Because you just know that they are not over yet.

It’s the feeling you get when something is left hanging in the air, like that saying “the elephant in the room”. You know it’s there, although you can’t see it. Like a pending issue left halfway.  Like a book left in the middle, with curiosity overwhelming you about the evolution of the plotline. Like a field left mid-ploughed. They all convey a sense of unfulfillness. That something is just not right. And sometimes, it is reason enough to prevent you from moving on. Because you are drowned into the “what ifs” and the “could haves”. It is not to do to live with regrets. Especially if they concern things you can do something about.

The best thing is to make the most you can out of any given moment. To be open-minded, warm-hearted and understanding towards all perspectives. To stay true to what you believe and ensure that you always feel proud of your actions and certain of who you are and who you want to become. The important thing is to close chapters that need to end and move on. Because unfinished business remain hovering over your head, repressing your emotions and making you ill, like the words you never said when you had the chance.

We need commas in our life. Breaks that make us take a step back and re-examine the situations, re-think, and re-consider our positions. But semi-colons are much harder, for they have unclear boundaries between a break and a closure. Some stories need us to walk away from them. That too is an act of caring.

Two things rob people of their peace of mind: work unfinished and work not yet begun

 

Also part of Daily Prompt: Unfinished

Handing over the reins (4 whispering years later)

red sunsetThere is that moment when the day hands over the reins to the night. It is that moment when the sky is illuminated with shades of colour you wouldn’t otherwise see. And it is at that very moment that you understand that whatever is going on in your head causing extreme worry is in fact futile. Because all that really matters is that very moment. That “now” that you so often forget to live.

Sometimes to truly relax, you need to hand over the reins. To stop being so obsessively concerned with everything, over-analyzing and searching for meaning in things that just happen. Sometimes you just need to breathe and go with the flow. You’d be surprised at how many things fall into place when you stop trying so hard. And you’ll be amazed at the people who change your life for the better even when you paid no attention to them at first.

We all need that luxury of doing nothing and embracing those moments as they come. It is refreshing to say the least. And it adds an extra beat to your heart.

 

P.S. Four years ago, on 7 August, I started this blog and I’m glad to say that I’ve seen myself grow alongside and through it. Because you need a friend and a confidante in every moment of life. So, to you also: Thank you for reading and supporting me! The best is yet to come!

 

Also part of Daily Prompt: Luxury

 

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