Merci Cupidon de si bien faire les choses!
Quand j’étais gamine, j’étais en proie à un émerveillement total lorsque je contemplais ce que l’on ose toujours appeler aujourd’hui la “fête des amoureux”. Je m’imaginais naïvement qu’un jour viendrait où moi aussi je trouverai le prince charmant qui arriverait à, comme on dit en anglais “sweep me off my feet”, et me faire virevolter dans un tourbillon amoureux intense à l’occasion de cette fête. Toutes mes espérances et mes rêves ont été écrabouillés comme l’on écraserait un insecte par une chaude journée d’été de façon absolument cruelle et vicieuse. Cette fête n’est aujourd’hui que source d’ennuis et de problèmes au sein des couples: doit-on offrir et se retrouver plongé dans cette hypocrisie commune et commerciale ou alors doit-on considérer ce jour comme tous les autres, indigne d’un intérêt quelconque et alors risquer de passer pour un personnage grossier et indigne de recevoir l’affection d’un autre?
L’être humain se laisse trop facilement prendre et embarquer dans une routine terne qui introduit très rapidement la monotonie; c’est normal me direz-vous! La routine est nécessaire au bon fonctionnement de notre quotidien! Et moi je vous demande: cela veut-il dire qu’on doit se laisser enfermer dans l’ennui et le désintéressement? La Saint Valentin n’est qu’un exemple parmi tant d’autres.
On aspire tous à être différent, à ne pas faire comme les autres et à sentir et savoir qu’on est spécial mais malheureusement, on ne fait rien qui suit cette ligne de pensée et pour satisfaire cette ambition. Les fêtes sont dans tous les cas aberrantes; donc ne nous laissons pas envahir par ce laxisme qui ne fait que réprimer chaque année la petite étincelle qui nous anime, qui apporte à chaque chose que l’on entreprend ce petit côté si spécial et tant désiré.
On tente à tout prix d’apporter du renouvellement à notre existence parce que la nature humaine veut qu’on se lasse rapidement de ce qui nous entoure: les activités, les lieux, les gens.. Au final rien ne nous satisfait et rien ne nous convient; au lieu de se plaindre de ce que l’on n’ose pas s’approprier, on ferait mieux de ravaler notre ego, de bouger nos jolies petites fesses, et de se donner les moyens d’apporter une once de bonheur à celui ou celle qu’on veut bien appeler notre “autre” parce qu’après tout, rien ne sert de critiquer si l’on ne peut faire mieux!
Much too much…
If there is something on this earth I absolutely abhor, it is arguments and fights and I had reached the perfectly logical conclusion that to move forward in life, one needs them. WRONG! Arguments arise with disagreement and disagreement is the result of too much expectation.
We expect too much
We react too much
We feel too much
We remember too much
We hope too much
We believe too much
We care too much
We give too much
We love too much
We hate too much
We take too much…
And then in an instant, all of it is gone, and we start to wonder how and why it has crept away from us. All I can say is it’s never too good when it’s much too much.
Because we all long for a carefree moment in the day
It is in people’s habit to make lists, and I have decided to make a little list of my own just to warm up my soul with the coming cold seasons. We are not grateful enough for what we have in life which is why I will enumerate the daily or scarcer things that bring a smile to my face, whatever state I am in, wherever I am around the world and whoever I am with:
- Looking out my window in the morning, coffee cup in hand, ray of sunlight upon me, savouring the moment thinking: life is hard but I am fighting like a lion to keep going.
- Having a random soap bubble just pop while touching my cheek or the tip of my head.
- A single flower gifted from a special person.
- A baby’s innocent and carefree smile or the way babies’ eyes seem to light up at the tiniest of things.
- Watching stupid and crazy videos off the internet and realising that it makes absolutely no sense whatsoever but still laughing like a goofy person at it.
- Being thankful for having parents even though they’re not perfect but loving them anyway
- Thinking of all the persons that have crossed my path till now and how in a way or the other they have influenced my being.
- Last but not least, feeling sufficiently happy with what I have and all the love that the people surrounding me take the time to bestow upon me, this is priceless!
We can never be thankful enough for what life brings to us; it just gets really sad to see people forget about those simple things that in a strange and unexplainable way makes our existence twist this way or the other and helps us carry on.
For I will never say this enough
A woman, a mother, a friend: all of this you are to me, and today is your special day: since I am so far away from you, I have decided to honour the person that you are through a little writing of my own, a little bit of my heart that I pour out to you. I know that all this weight you put on your shoulders is beyond tedious and tiring but I would like to thank you for eveything you’ve done for me until now cause I am not afraid to say that I would be nothing to this day without each and every second of you being there for me. We kids never say it enough, but thank you mom for being who you are, for always being there, for letting me know that I can always count on you, for steering me in the right direction when I am lost, for never losing faith in me, for scolding me when I need it, for telling me that you miss me, for telling me that you love me, and for putting so much effort in trying to make me happy, and last but not least, for carrying upon your being the heavy burden that the word “mother” implies.
ps: I know it’s a bit late, but better late than never right?
Take me to a place called Home
There is no place like Home, this is what people tend to say. But what happens when you don’t even know where home is anymore? After some hard thinking, I came to the conclusion that Home is wherever the heart is. There came a time in my teenage years when my heart was ripped from my chest and torn into pieces and scattered all over the world with the people I deeply loved and cared about seeking a brighter future abroad. Eventually, I found myself pursuing the same goals: I left my little island in the sun, the place I’ve always known for my whole life, my family and some friends to land here, a relatively cold and huge country in the hope that I would develop into a better person.
Indeed, being here gave me more than I expected: even though some view me as a thoroughly cold-hearted person, I think I can grasp the most important aspects in life. For one thing, I know where my heart resides: even though bits and pieces of it are all over the world, be sure that there will always be a special spot in my bosom for each and every one of you my dear people. I know that wherever I go, however cold it might be, thoughts and memories of you will always fill my heart with happiness and warmth.
In the end, no matter where you are, this is all it takes to be Home…
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