This world is becoming so messy, too much hatred and violence around. Danger is so unwelcomed yet so unbelievably close and real. If we allow ourselves we will sink in the gloom around. I was thinking yesterday about how beautiful this country is, how warm people are and how everyone smiles to you despite all. It is sad to see people confused and uncertain.
How do I get my mind distracted and find light in its compartments. Pictures are so powerful, they remind us of situations and people. They retrieve our feelings about them and make us think deeply. Pick the happy ones, if you are looking for happy thoughts. I am thinking of the many acts of kindness and love I am showered with - small things but real, simple and sincere.
I am thinking of those today and the people involved; and that’s my way to stay positive. May be it can inspire others too. No tags. People know themselves….
I replied that I was fine, but they call me an hour later to check I “sound” fine.
Just a little precious time left before they have to be at the airport heading home, they make the time to stop at my favorite “life is good” store to pick that shirt I once said I liked.
They heard the story a hundred times, as boring as it may sound, they remain as patient and concerned as the first time I tell it.
I am out of town, living in my bubble; they call me from the heart of the square so I would hear the crowds cheering, as they “know” I would have wanted to be there.
They write an article on new beginnings, and make reference to the friend in me who crossed their mind.
Despite a very short encounter with them and rare communication, they remember one thing they cherish about that encounter and try to remind me of.
They tell me they miss me and they show it in simple ways to leave no doubt it is true.
On a random day, no special occasion at all, they give me a call because they want to hear my voice.
I find them liking a picture of me, which I posted many years ago.
They call me by that special nickname they made up and they know it will put a smile on my face.
On my birthday, though many miles away, they wrap sunshine in a box and sent it my way. Before I opened the box, I knew exactly who it would be from.
They had enough level of comfort with me to give me their hair cream and cooking pan as they moved on to another country.
I find myself thinking of them every time I crave sushi, ice cream or have a walk.
They retweet, quote and favour my random thoughts and heartfelt sayings.
Remembering memories of things we did together and smiling with so much joy wishing we can bring back that time when the small things mattered.
We share the same passion for extra hot, caramel latte and would be very unhappy if it were otherwise
We may not speak, meet, or connect for a long time but I know the minute, I need guidance they will generously be happy to provide.
They share a poem or a song they know I would like.
They share a poem or a song they know I would like.
The first email from their new inbox lands in mine.
A bunch of flowers to brighten my day is their special way of showing they care.
A long drive with endless conversations, loud music and the sound of two travel companions singing along at the top of their lungs.
They forgive my butterfly obsession and encourage it to grow.
They enjoy swimming with me on Saturdays and cherish it as a ritual.
Their strengths and resilience in difficult times, is an inspiration of mine when hard times call.
I miss the sound of their laughter.
I miss the sound of their laughter.
The way we pick up where we left, like I saw them yesterday even though it has been quite some time.
Their morning text message every day for years.
They may be be young, and inexperienced yet their natural wisdom is invaluable.
The way I feel at home in their home, any time, every time and all the time.
The way I feel at home in their home, any time, every time and all the time.
And the list goes on……
“Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love”
