Do Good Deeds.

Do good things and good things will happen to you.

People underestimate the power of doing good deeds.

Donating, giving a helping hand, saying something nice and even as simple as smiling. In the short run, speaking from experience, it feels like trying to carry water in a sieve. It seems like the things you do don’t get appreciation. (Although when you do things, don’t do them solely for approval or a thank. But that’s for another post.) In the long run, you’ll see how being generally nice affects your everyday life.

You’ll feel much more relaxed. You’ll notice more things to be grateful about. You’ll find yourself more content. And when these things start happening, when you start realising the changes, you might find it weird at first.

There are fewer things that make you angry. You tend to avoid things that specifically makes you upset which in turn, saves you from a lot of cursing and late night headaches. Unfortunately, some people might find you annoying with your overly relaxed state. (Because according to society, there’s always something wrong with you. And that, kids, is why you shouldn’t give a flying fuck about what others think of you).

They might find it weird. But I do what I do. Some say it gullible. I say it’s just being rational.

I don’t have time to waste hurting other people. Just as there’s not enough time in my life to do good things for my loved ones to justify their existence in my world. So I do the next best thing, just try to make the now count.

Remember.

There was nothing like it.

I’ve never felt anything like it.

The minute my feet parted from the ground, it was amazing.

From the cold breeze to the deafening sounds of the wind crashing through my whole body to the green hills and the blue rocky stream to the blinding rays of the sun to the cotton-like clouds and to the seemingly tiny people waiting for me on the ground, it was enchanting.

If I could live up there, just floating through the sky, I would.

I remember the day vividly.

I remember crashing to the ground and the pain. I remember the thoughts I had. I remember the taste of blood. I remember the smell of cigarettes while waiting for the ambulans.

It’s a day I’ll never forget. It was such a funny day.

Stand Up.

“Give us your money,” The bigger boy said. His friends behind him were laughing.

“I don’t have any,” the little boy answered, shaking.

The bigger boy turned to his friends. “Did you hear that boys” he scoffed. “He doesn’t have money.” He slammed his fist against the wall, inches away from the little boy’s head. The little boy flinched, trying not to cry.

“Don’t fuck with us.” He whispered. The little boy started crying. The three boys laughed.

“Crybaby!” The boy with scruffy hair said. He roared with laughter.

The bigger boy grabbed the little boy and threw him on the ground. He searched through the little boy’s back pocket and found his wallet.

He opened and looked through it. “There’s nothing in here.” He walked closer to the little boy still on the ground. “Useless!” He threw the wallet to the little boy’s face.

“Let’s go boys.” He said. He spat on the little boy’s body before walking away.

The little boy stayed on the ground. Some part of him wished it would just end there. No more crying, no more feeling scared, no more feeling dread. He wished he could just stay there and drift into the air. And so he stayed.

“Are you okay?” A girl’s voice asked him.

The little boy opened his eyes and only saw someone’s legs wearing pink Minnie Mouse shoes.

“Yes,” he said simply.

“Why are you on the ground?” The girl asked again.

“Because it’s nice here.”

“How is it nice?” the girl bend over, revealing her face to the little boy. He looked at the girl, much younger than him. A toddler, actually.

The little boy didn’t answer.

“The ground is really icky and cold. How is it nice?” she said.

The little boy sat up and wiped his tears with his thumb.

“You don’t look too happy on the ground. You’re crying!” She said.

“You’re right. I’m not.” The little boy said. He let out a little laugh. “The ground is icky.” He stood up. Now he’s much taller than the girl. The girl had to tilt her head to look at the little boy’s face.

“Next time, try lying on the sand.” She continued. The little boy looked at her, confused. “It’s much softer and you can make sand angels! But it will be messy. Not as fun as snow angels.” The girl picked up the wallet on the ground and gave it to him. “This must be yours.” She said.

“There you are, honey.” A woman walked over to them. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The woman grabbed the girl’s small hands.

“John,” The woman said to the little boy. “What are you doing here? Break time is over. Come on.”

“Your daughter, Mrs Brian?” The little boy asked.

“Yes. A very naughty one, too.” The woman answered. She stroked her daughter’s head. “Say hi.” She told the girl.

“We’ve met.” The girl said. “I found him lying on the ground.”

The woman gave the little boy a confused look.

“He cried because the ground isn’t comfy. So I told him to try lying on the sand.” The little girl said. “Remember when we went to the beach and we buried dad in the sand and he fell asleep because it was so cosy?”

“Yes, honey. That’s right, sand is comfier than ground.” The woman gave her daughter a heartiest smile. “Is there anything you want to tell me, John?” She asked the little boy.

“I…” The little boy could not muster any words.

“You can tell me anything.” The woman said. She placed her hands on the little boy’s shoulder.

And at that moment, the little boy drifted into the air. Just like he wished.


If you’re being bullied, don’t be afraid to ask for help. You’re not alone. There are people out there who genuinely care about you. Your life matters. Your future matters.

Doubt // 2nd March.

An Afternoon at the Cafe.

 

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Credit: Seemi Samuel

 

If we were having coffee right now, I will ask you how you’re doing. You’ll tell me you’re doing fine. Both of us will look down on our drinks. I will sip mine and you’ll cough, even though you don’t really need to.

You will look at me, but my eyes are looking some place else. Then, I will look at you, but you are looking at the waiter coming towards our table.

We will give him our orders, I will thank him and you will give him a smile. When he leaves, you will ask me what is going on with my life. I will answer, but only a masked truth. I will put up a facade I want you to believe because the truth is something you don’t want to hear.

And you will nod. Accepting the white lie. You do not question it. And then I will ask you about yours. You will say you’re doing well with your job but only barely. And we will laugh.

And then silence.

We both realise how much we miss each other. Denying the fact that we’ve drifted too far apart. I need to try, we both say in our minds.

You don’t know me and I don’t know you.

Where did it all go wrong?

Quote Note #7

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The beauty of life is you never stop learning. There’s always something out there to be learnt, to be embraced.

So be humble with what you know. Be humble with that small bit of life you’ve mastered. Respect other people’s knowledge. Ask for their wisdom. Learn a little more. Share a little more.

Because in the end, you know nothing at all.