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The Pace of Nature

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The birds fly without worrying about the span of their wings.
Why should we humans worry about the limit of our reach?

The wild flowers grow despite of the sun and rain.
Why should we worry about the circumstances that are beyond of our control?

The crickets sing away without an audience, and the ants toiled together without keeping scores.
Why should we let others’ appreciation and judgment of our work be a measure of its worth?

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Second Chances

If you could go back and rewrite your history, would you take it? And would you let others take it?

vienna noreen asked me to write about Second Chances… which I think is an interesting topic to write on, because simply there are no clear “right” or “wrong” answers. Every case is different, and everyone is entitled to their own opinions, and we all have our own preferences.

But I think in most cases, it’s divided into 3 categories. Personal injuries, wrong doings in a professional setting, and severe, law breaking cases.


Personal Injuries

For much of my life: I live by a simple conviction, “do to others, as you would have them do to you.”

And that’s why, I think that it’s important to Always Forgive, but Never Forget. Forgiveness is something that I will always hope I have the privilege of receiving. I would never want a person to hold a grudge on me. Just like everyone else on this planet, I often make mistakes as I’m figuring out my life. So what right do I have to hold a grudge against another? Continue reading Second Chances

To Love. To Risk. To Stay.

“To love at all is to be vulnerable.”

I got my heart broken for the first time in 6th grade. Not by a boy. But by two girls whom I considered as my best friends.

Until today, I honestly couldn’t remember if I did anything wrong. There wasn’t even a fight. They just decided that on one morning, the two of them would be better off without me. Funnily enough, we made up by the end of the day, friendship was mended, and nobody could notice that anything was amiss.

But it doesn’t change the fact that in that day… I felt betrayed by the people I trusted the most, and the scars stayed for a pretty long time. And as I grew up, the pattern continued: people came and went, and friendships were forged and dissolved.

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