THERE are all kinds of lives in the world. It builds one's character. It makes life interesting. It makes the world go round.
The difference make people think, believe and want different things, they want to achieve different goals, they have different motives, and makes one face his or her problem differently.
I have come to term that my family may not be the best in the world, but we are what we are. My sisters and I are not the same, may be because of the age, the sense of responsibility, the interest.
(Little background here - I am the eldest of four girls. My father, Barnabas Sokial, is an ex-public relations officer and was attached to the Sabah Police Headquarters in Kepayan and my mom, Litty Jomboh Anthony, is a teacher with Sekolah Kebangsaan Kepayan. The second daughter in the family, Marianne Pamela, is attached to Sabah Electricity Sdn Bhd, the third, Emmy Jane, is a policewoman in Keningau, while the youngest of us all, Stephanie Laura, is still studying)
This time around, we are blessed with the additional people in our family. My brother-in-laws Martin and Lowrance, my niece Jasmine Natasha and soon another Little Angel will come along. It makes the days merrier.
Honestly, it is not easy to be the eldest in the family, it's a lot of responsibilities, but it's not a burden at all. I'm prepared for anything. It's a lifetime 'contract'. I made a promise to my parents that I will take good care of my younger siblings and that is a promise I will treasure...even if it means sacrificing myself.
Well, I guess that's life. Although I'm not born into a perfect family, but this is my irreplacable family. I will not trade the very important people i.e my family, my life, or even my burden with anything.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
appreciate and be appreciated
I appreciate shapes. I appreciate colours. I appreciate sounds. I appreciate silence. I appreciate life.
Often we refuse to listen. Often we refuse to look. Often we refuse to speak. Often we take things for granted. Often we believe in something unbelievable, something impossible, something unacceptable.
Sometimes we forget to reflect. Sometimes we forget to look at our past. Sometimes we forget to look at ourselves.
Most of the time we demand appreciation. We want to be appreciated, and blame it to "human nature". But do you know how to appreciate. Do you actually stop and smell the roses, or any flowers, plants for that matter? Do you actually listen to the birds chirping in the morning? Do you understand why people think differently? Do you know why people are so obssessed with something that they refuse to accept other things?
I, honestly, can be very critical. I critic almost everything, cloths, shoes, bags, hair, nails, underwear ... it becomes an addiction. I often tell friends that it is an art, an art of observation, scrutinising every detail ... I get the kicks of looking at people's flaws, but I always forget to look at myself, I should ask myself: "am I perfect?"
But, of course, as fast as we could run, we cannot hide from the fact that we all like to look, listen and speak. May be criticising people is a way of appreciating them. They have made their point that their weirdness would draw attention, that's an achievement to their effort. I am sure, we made someone's day.
For one to be appreciated, one must first appreciate. Appreciation is earned ... just like respect. So the next time you see something nice, spare some time to appreciate it. Tell the one you love and your loved ones how much you love them. Thank your parents for their sacrifices and contribution, do it now while you still can ... I just did!
Often we refuse to listen. Often we refuse to look. Often we refuse to speak. Often we take things for granted. Often we believe in something unbelievable, something impossible, something unacceptable.
Sometimes we forget to reflect. Sometimes we forget to look at our past. Sometimes we forget to look at ourselves.
Most of the time we demand appreciation. We want to be appreciated, and blame it to "human nature". But do you know how to appreciate. Do you actually stop and smell the roses, or any flowers, plants for that matter? Do you actually listen to the birds chirping in the morning? Do you understand why people think differently? Do you know why people are so obssessed with something that they refuse to accept other things?
I, honestly, can be very critical. I critic almost everything, cloths, shoes, bags, hair, nails, underwear ... it becomes an addiction. I often tell friends that it is an art, an art of observation, scrutinising every detail ... I get the kicks of looking at people's flaws, but I always forget to look at myself, I should ask myself: "am I perfect?"
But, of course, as fast as we could run, we cannot hide from the fact that we all like to look, listen and speak. May be criticising people is a way of appreciating them. They have made their point that their weirdness would draw attention, that's an achievement to their effort. I am sure, we made someone's day.
For one to be appreciated, one must first appreciate. Appreciation is earned ... just like respect. So the next time you see something nice, spare some time to appreciate it. Tell the one you love and your loved ones how much you love them. Thank your parents for their sacrifices and contribution, do it now while you still can ... I just did!
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