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Choose your outlook

We’ve been through so much already,” the little girl said, tugging on her father’s coat. “If someone offers us help, I say we take it”.

He looked at her. It was true, leaving your homeland with only whatever you could carry was a torment in itself, and a heavy burden for any nine-year old to bear. The series of misfortunes that ensued was something refugees were prepared for. Particularly those violently expelled from their own country. 

They had just met someone who promised to get them to safety. But after a couple of failed attempts to believe people who vowed the same, the father was now distrustful.

Not everyone is good”, he told her.

Her mother soon arrived, her eyes drooping from exhaustion. She took the little girl’s hand and gently placed her arm around her husband.

There is still so much good out there”, she hummed. “But life is how you want to see it”. “If you want to find the good, you’ll find it. And if you’re constantly looking for the bad, it’ll catch up with you”.

They all breathed a little slower now. The realisation of this truth sinking in.

We need to acknowledge that practical optimism is a much better framework on life than default pessimism”.

Let’s choose to believe that everything will work out”.

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It’ll do so, unrestrained

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There was a young man who each day sat at his doorstep gazing at passers-by as if waiting for something, for someone. He would spend the whole day there, anticipating; his eagerness and enthusiasm dimming with the last of the sun’s light. But each morning, he would be there again, repeating the process.

An old woman who would make the passage by his house each day on her road to the market noticed the young man and this pattern of his. She observed the brightness in his eyes at the start of the day and how it was darkened as the day faded. She couldn’t help but wonder what he was looking for, what he was expecting.

But the more she observed each passing day, the more she understood.

So one day, she stopped in front of his doorstep and stood right in front of him hiding the sun from his eyes.

There is no use waiting here at the door of your house, staring at the dead streets ahead. If it’ll come, it will do so without you knowing from where or how. It will approach you suddenly; it will find  you even from behind, softly closing your eyes that are so tired of road-watching. And when you ask who it is, you’ll understand by that skip in your heartbeat. There is no use waiting. If it’ll come, it will do so. Even if everything is wide shut, you’ll see it right in front of you, and it will be the first to embrace you with open arms. It won’t matter if you’re ready or well prepared or not. It won’t change a thing if you run after it or crawl at its feet. If it’ll come, it will do so. Otherwise it will just pass you by”.

The old lady paused, inhaled a deep breath allowing her words to sink into the boy, then turned around and left.

He stood there for a moment, petrified. And then, went inside and shut the door.

If it’ll come, love will find its way.

Inspired by a poem by Kostas Ouranis

The value of your worth

http://kurld.com/image.php?pic=/images/stars/stars-05.jpgIf you find yourself constantly trying to prove your worth to someone, you have already forgotten your value,” she told him as she took a tray of cookies out of the oven. They were still steaming hot. “What you need to do is show people what you can do. To be so good they can’t ignore you”.  He tried to interrupt and say something, but wasn’t fast enough. “Just because some people won’t be able to see your worth, doesn’t mean that your value as a person decreases”. She placed a box of the cookies she had just made in his hand and as she escorted him to the door said, “remember, it is not the people or their words that give value to our lives, it’s the memories and the actions”.

He was left standing outside the door of an elegant brick-red house with a large yard and a white veranda. The trees were providing much needed shade from the hot sun. And he was eager to bite into the cookies that seduced his nostrils from the moment she had opened the oven and allowed him a peek at them.

He had come with one question. How to make himself important. And she had simply replied, “you can’t. You either believe you are or you’re not”.

She had told him what he was unable to understand. That everything you emanate diffuses from within your soul. A smile radiating from your lips increases your face value. Confidence makes you appear decisive, knowledgeable, maybe even respectable. Your behaviour and your sense of determination gives you the image of a stronger person. An elegant attire adds to your sex appeal and your style. But whatever you do, your value will always stem from the way you feel about yourself. From the satisfaction you have with your life, the level of happiness you have reached with the people who surround you, the work you do, the hobbies you keep yourself busy with. Ultimately, like Warren Buffet said, “price is what you pay, value is what you get”. The trick is knowing how to distinguish between the two.

 

Also part of Daily Prompt: Value

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