An article I came across on the internet. Pretty good story and good insights too.
“A little bird was soaring happily in the sky as she took in the sights of
nature. Suddenly, a few stones struck her on her left wing. It came from a mischievous boy who thought it would be a good idea to hit the bird. She suffered some cuts and bruises to her left wing and couldn’t fly properly after that.
The little bird had no choice but to make for the ground and land in order to ease the pain. She landed with little grace, for the pain affected her ability to make a smooth touch down. She seemed to be in anguish and couldn’t really stand up straight.
Along came another little boy, who was talking a leisure stroll along the path where the bird landed. He saw that the bird was injured, and was determined to aid the bird as much as he could. He took the bird into his tender arms and tended to its wound with his handkerchief. With much care and affection, the bird was well rested and thus was able to fly again. The bird flew away, and made for the skies once more.
Now while the bird was able to fly again, its flight would be impeded for the rest of her days because the impact shattered something within her wing and the pain, while greatly reduced, would stick with her for all the flight time she would have left.
She remembers the boy who stoned her, but she flew off from the boy who tended to her with little more than a moment of thankfulness. After she could fly again, she made off for higher grounds and left the boy by himself without any further signs or showings of friendship. Did the boy mind? No. He was glad to have helped the bird, and continued on his stroll with a smile on his face, knowing he was of good use and help today.
The problem with some of us these days is that we remember deeply those who have hurt us, and not so deeply those who have loved us. Memories of the people who shattered us and caused our world to crash are deeply etched in the mind, yet it is not so easy to recall specific memories of special persons who pulled us up and out of the pits and picked up the pieces for us.
If I may venture a guess, I think it is because we blame others for our downfalls and misery, but we take credit for ourselves when we succeed or get back on our feet. We lament how this person brought us to our knees, wrecked our lives; yet we forget the significant person who turned things around for us, tried his/her best to plaster (excuse the pun) a smile on our faces with optimism and positive suggestion/influence etc.
As with the bird in the story above, she remembers deeply and painfully the boy who threw the stones at her and injured her left wing. Indeed, while the second boy couldn’t fully heal her wing, he at least made things better for her with whatever he could; if anything, he could have just walked away and not cared at all. For the bird and for some of us, some individuals are just interim measures to get us back on our feet and it is indeed cruel to just walk away after we have regained our footing.
So yes, let us remember to be grateful to those who have helped us regain our sense of direction and sense of self, those that enable us to find our bearings again. We owe it to them to erase whatever pain or damage that was previously inflicted, and to make what is to come better.
Perhaps my story isn’t complete: maybe the bird does remember the second boy fondly, and it is possible that she could be waiting for the right time to repay this deed of kindness and love.”
Tis’ strange to watch scenes
Shorts snippets from movies
Without knowing what is before
Or what comes afterwards;
Tis’ even more stranger
To watch those scenes again
As part of a movie
Knowing what is before and after;
It’s like life:
Knowing abit of a person
Or an event
Then making guesses
Before finally knowing
The true story
Of what it’s all about
Beyond what you speculate.
Hey you come back here!
I want to tell you something:
What I did in the afternoon
What I had for lunch and dinner
What I saw when I went to the grocery store;
Yes stay for a minute!
I want to tell you everything:
What I feel about the world
What I think about the food
What I know about the things around;
Just for awhile more!
I want to be with you now:
How I would love to hug you close
How I would adore giving you a kiss
How I would yearn to hold your hand;
Maybe there isn’t a need
For so many words to say
Just two sets of three words is enough:
I love you and I thank you.
(I don’t know, but somehow I get the feeling that if you don’t let the people around you know that you sincerely appreciate them for being around and for the things they do.. I guess the next time you reach out to them they may not be there anymore. It’s good to let them know that as they care for you, you too do care for them as well. That’s my fair share of thoughts for a chilly night, good night and keep warm everyone.)
When nostalgia hits
It hits hard
Like the beat of an old song
Or the etch of an old dance;
You look back and smile
Wondering where the moments have gone
Where the people are now
And if all that is left are only memories;
Yet you smile again after
Knowing the present is good
That without all that is before
There wouldn’t be a now and an after;
What has past is best where they are
A faint remembrance
To look upon a man and his work
Is that the proper thing to do?
To judge a man’s character based on
Is that the fair thing to do?
I maintain always that he’s a nice guy
Outside of what he does inside
Is that the right thing to do?
It’s all subjective really
But I say give the man a chance
Pass one judgement less each day:
That is the best thing to do.
(Just a rant after seeing some people judge an individual just because he doesn’t put in any effort into a job he is forced against his will to do.)
People get paranoid when you’re too nice
People get suspicious when you’re not so,
People get upset when you’re somewhere
People get annoyed when you’re nowhere,
If you feel you should care less about people,
They will start thinking you’re careless in doing so.