Lost motive (poem)

Does he feel dead?

Does he feel scared?

Born amidst a race against time and yielding so little in return

Have you lost your touch?

Have you forgotten how to love yourself ?

Comparing your light with your brothers darkness is no way to live life

Hurting yourself so to make your brother a happy lad

No time to do these fairly odd small jobs, I say

I'll do it some other day

Not thoughtful enough to know that your everyday other work depends on these odd jobs

And so he has lost his motive

We lack in Patience

The importance of patience didn't dawn to me until my focus was brought back from a long lecture for a second when my English Professor yelled "Patience" during the explanation of a chapter.

"Patience! Patience is very important in life!" I heard her shouting.

This short, probably unintentional phrase that she muttered might have been a pure coincidence but it clicked something in my mind that got me thinking.

I traveled back home in a gloomy face with a thought that disturbed me. I looked out of the bus window and saw some people fighting about each other's driving skills. They didn't have the patience to wait till the traffic signal allowed them the right of way. And so they inconvenienced everyone.

The world would've been so much more different if we all had patience.

Later that day, I went to the mall to buy some stationary and at the cashier, some people were fighting about the price of the products that they had just purchased. After I checked my bill and received my bag back from the luggage counter I saw another person loudly yelling at the customer care manager with a furious red face. I looked around at the reactions of the other customers around me, I looked at the scared hopeless staff in front of that person.

Maybe the world really would've been a better place if we had the love to be patient to each other.

Lessons learnt from my stolen phone

More than a month ago, my phone was stolen from me. What disappointed me more than the loss of my phone was the way the people around me reacted. They looked at me like I was some sort of idiot...careless and clumsy. They looked at me with such faces. They looked at me as if I lost my life support.

Suddenly, they started asking me questions that make me feel worse..."Where was it?" "You should be more careful, na?" "How come you didn't know that it was missing?" "You should've kept it in your hand. Why didn't you?"

I have to admit...at a point I doubted whether I was even good. I doubted whether I really deserved to have my phone stolen from me.

But then..

Bad things happen to good and bad people alike. We shouldn't take it so seriously. (Though good people feel worse since they lead good lives)

    

My mind went into over drive stressing about it. "I hope they get what they deserve because they don't know who they're messing with", I thought.

The anger and hatred I felt in the week that followed the robbery was over-whelming. It consumed my thoughts. 

I lost my phone, yes, but along with that, I lost my peace of mind. 

I was restless, troubled and hurt that this incident took place in my life. "Why me?", I thought to myself.

So often in our lives people deliberately do things to hurt or annoy us. And so often we get worked about those things. 

Whether it's a plain nudge while you're writing something, whether it's a desperate attempt to have a conversation with you while you're clearly reading something....whether it is stealing a person's phone when they don't have the energy or time to deal with the loss.

People really get out of their way to hurt you or irritate you. 

But somewhere along the way, I cut myself off this constant worry and annoyance of these group of people who wanted to get the better of me. I cut myself off the pain and hurt I felt for the loss of my phone. And as a result? I got my peace of mind back. 

I realized that if I allow myself to think about revenge and how to hurt them in some way, I'm only gonna end up hurting myself. 

Somewhere along the way, everyone should cut themselves off the negativity that they experience. Because if those people who have harmed you, affect you in any negative way.....they win, cause that's what they intended in the first place...to hurt you in some way that you lose your momentum in life. Don't let them have their way.

Dear people-who-stole-my-phone,

Hope you enjoy my new phone that you stole from me.

I hope you realize that you have no control over me and my feelings anymore.

Do whatever you want with it.

I wish you the very best,

Pearl.