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A Warm Person but Misunderstood

There are moments in life when you feel unseen, even when you are right there. Sometimes, being quiet makes people assume you are cold or distant. But behind that calm silence is often a person full of warmth, love, and depth, just someone who expresses it differently. This is my story about being a warm person who is often misunderstood. The Quiet Side of Me Sometimes I feel like people do not really see who I am. I am a woman of few words, and maybe that is why I am often misunderstood. I do not talk much, but that does not mean I do not care. In fact, I care more than I show. I just express it quietly and in my own way. I am warm, but my warmth is gentle, not loud or demanding. I listen, I observe, and I try to understand people before I speak. But when I feel that I do not belong, or when I sense that I am not truly welcomed, something inside me quietly shuts down. The wall that has been with me for years slowly rises again, protecting me from being hurt. Silence Is My Safe Spa...

The Words We Say are Important

The words we say... “Speak out in anger and you’ll make the best speech you’ll ever regret.” One of my friends posted this statement from Tara Brach. I found it very interesting because every one of us at least once (many for me) has this experience of saying things that we don’t mean and ended up regretting every word we said. When we are angry do you think the truth comes out or we just said things that we don’t mean? Both can be true, but in most cases it is the latter. Sometimes, when we are angry, our emotions get the best of us and our mouth becomes an open gate to say everything that we’ve been keeping for so long. These are the “painful truths” that only come out when we are angry. Our anger fuels our courage to say what has been bottled up inside. However, after bursting out all our anger, it is impossible to erase those words and feelings that have been revealed. Everybody say stupid things when angry. Most of the times when we are angry we say things that...

Unbreakable Bond of Sisterhood

Unbreakable Bond of Sisterhood I love them. I hate them. I love them. I hate them. These are thoughts only a person with a sister understands, or in my case a bunch of sisters! Do you have a sister? Me, I have five! Let me tell you something about me. I am the youngest of 7 siblings. We are 6 girls and a boy. Being the youngest of the siblings I can tell you that the youngest is not always the spoiled and favourite one. Flash back 30 years ago, circa 1980s during my childhood days, I was the one who was always ask to buy this and to do that. In short, I was the default errand boy or in my case errand girl. I was obedient to my elder sisters (for sure my sisters will object and say “Really?”), they may disagree, but I did what I knew was right. It’s true that you can choose your friends but not your family. My sisters are my true friends and my worst enemies I have ever had but I love them so much despite our differences and I won’t trade them for anything in this ...