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September 12, 2012
~ A Stirring Moment ~
Have you ever had one of those days where you wake up with a beam of light across your face and feel convinced that you are going to have yourself a stellar day, no matter what comes your way? That’s exactly how I felt on an early Monday morning- keep in mind it wasn’t a holiday- which means, I had to be at work, which could also mean that my happy-go-lucky mood might get put up against all sort of pesky things once I step outside.
It was almost eight and so far I was doing well at safekeeping that upbeat attitude I woke up with, neither the fact that I already missed my earlier bus or that I was stuck in traffic rattled me. I sat composedly on the bus, lusting over the idea of meeting my colleagues after my fairly uneventful weekend. I mean; absolute joy was stewing inside of me and I couldn’t wait to allocate some of that feeling with them, however, shortly after I entered the building that proved to be a little difficult to accomplish.
I didn’t flinch from showing a happy face, but it appeared that I chose to do so at the wrong place and on the wrong Monday. I remembered the snarling and pouting expressions on everybody’s faces I came across. It’s worth noting that I was clearly the odd man out in the place simply because my friend wasn’t in, knowing him he would have been in even merrier mood than I was. It wasn’t long before I –the outcast- got spotted, as everyone seemingly started to vent their anger on me. One would have believed I’d come and robbed them of their jobs or something. My morning greetings to them raised a few eyebrows, earned me some grunts and forged smiles. Not everyone was that responsive however, others expressly looked off into the distance pretending not to hear me at all. Considering that it was Monday those hostilities were at some level, justifiable; but still I thought these people were exaggerating a little bit. Any other day I would have been very frustrated, but I made an unswerving promise to myself that nothing can bring me down. I clearly didn’t get the Monday blues memorandum, but I got the unwritten one that reminds us to help ourselves to a cup a coffee as needed. I headed to the break room where coffee was kept and anticipated perhaps a jovial but certainly a less nerve-racking ambiance.
It’s was strangely quiet when I entered the kitchenette area. There was a group huddled around the coffee makers: one pot was brewing, and another was being emptied into eager cups. Whenever someone was serving himself, there was a fidgeting person behind him swinging bewildered eyes between the pot that was brewing and the one that was in use. I watched as the pot is being passed around like a relay stick, and the ferocity it got yanked from hand to hand was almost a felony, it’s was as if one wanted to growl “let go off it already! Hurry, my turn now!” The level of animosity in this cramped room was skyrocketing. These guys were all about that high octane coffee; the idea of camaraderie and ethics were just afterthoughts at that time. I waited intendedly but there were no verbal interaction at all, so in attempt to sparkle an element of humanity around, I shouted “Happy Monday everyone”. That failed big time. Everybody turned around to give me a lazy glance over; only one of them gratified me with a numb nod and quickly looked away as to avoid any further contact. “I could have sneezed in their cups and receive friendlier stares, and all I did was greeting them. Like I was supposed to grid my face with frowns and not talk to anyone just because it was a Monday morning and I was at work. It was as if everyone had plotted to snub me that day”- I quickly shrug off that negative thought. Because? - There was simply nothing anyone could do to dent the joyous mood I was in.
As I stood by the coffee maker I noticed a few things that made me ponder. First, it struck me as a bit intriguing to watch every single person take out two coffee stirrers to blend whichever condiments that they added to their coffee. Not one! Not three... but two stirrers specifically! - Another observation I made was that everyone was stirring up their cups clockwise. I found that fascinating, like I had never followed the exact procedures I was contemplating. My deep examination got disrupted by a sudden hiss from the coffeepot and my eyes twinkled in excitement, I poured me one cup very hurriedly as if I was going to use it to put out a fire. The reason behind my eagerness is that I wanted to experience something quite revolutionary in terms of coffee mixing. First I shook sugar into my cup and then I picked up one flimsy coffee mixer and committed myself to blend it counterclockwise. It would have been awkward if there were someone behind me, but I made sure I wasn’t exposing myself to any type of scrutiny or judgment before I carried out this peculiar and deviant experiment. Although it was longer than it’d normally take me to sweeten if I were using two stirrers, my coffee turned out tasting just the way I wanted.
~I deducted something very significant, a far-fetched eye opener from that day at work. I was able to find some similarities between my controversial coffee stirring experiment and the way I felt and reacted. I want to share my thoughts with you…
We are wired to conform to some assumed societal conventions, and we never pause and ask ourselves “Why?” or explore other alternatives. For instance stirring my coffee awkwardly with one stick was me exploring another alternative. I got more than a sore wrist from that unusual stirring experiment. I realized it was that same controversial spirit that drove me to react differently than I normally would when I get snubbed at work, I usually would feel a little vexed and that alone would put a damper on the remainder of my day.~
Sometimes it pays to be a little adventurous and daring. No? (:
Oh! That dandy mood I had that morning I took it home with me, intact! I had no idea as to what I was happy about and where did I found the grit to ignore my coworkers taunting behaviors.
Peace !
Snoopyboy.
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June 19, 2012
Practice makes perfect sense now...
{Practice makes perfect} There’s magic in the ideology behind this proposition. It convokes patience, devotion and optimism but at the same time makes our tasks less tedious and more rewarding. It is expressed in different languages and forms but its truth is undeniable and categorical to everyone. Although I already have an intuitive understanding of this phrase, whenever someone uses it around me, I feel like I heard it for the very first time, it always surprises me in a gripping way. It does instantaneous wonders to my psyche like a fast-acting boost of confidence. There aren’t a lot of phrases that keep people motivated more efficiently than a modest “Practice makes perfect”, whether they are learning a new language or sharpening a professional skill. This is a phrase that literally propels you forward. The more I reflect upon this phrase the more I realize it isn’t only constrained to academic or professional work,There are other substantial things that we could also improve but that aren’t easily cognizable. What if we practiced something personal, without external influence or expectation just for the purpose of self enrichment?
I take myself as an example; I challenge myself to practice understanding and being more positive in my judgments. I have had some soul-searching and self-talk sessions and decided that there’s room for improvement, time to cleanse the body from the inside to the outside. Why this sudden makeover Snoopy? Well, it is not going to be so sudden, because those modifications I’d like to make take practice, thus time, nobody makes radical personality changes overnight just like nobody grasps a new language overnight. Only through practice do we become better. Suffice it to say that I’ll have to be very devoted because there won’t be any progress chart and grade point as incentives throughout my journey. As a result, I prime myself for the periods in which I will feel as if this sort of self-imposed commitment isn’t really necessary. This is somewhat an ego-driven quest resulting merely from the belief that if I could feel better about myself I can understand others better. I’m training myself to see the world through compassionate eyes. I have done a decent job in the past in that respect, but with more practice I believe I can be- maybe not perfect -but better.
Who said one has to wait until New Year’s Eve to have a resolution? Find something about yourself that you can polish and practice at your own pace, no one has to know.
snoopyboy :)
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April 16, 2012
The Spare Father ( :
The sun , it couldn’t have been any brighter. My heart, it couldn’t have been any merrier, anticipating what’s promised to be one remarkably stirring moment. Some assorted feelings filled me: joy, impatience and anxiety you name it, I had it. It’s finally happening.Nothing prepared me for such “awe-whelming” encounter. A twitching smile waved uncontrollably on my face. I think she looks lovely, but I don’t want to state the obvious to her parents. I simply utter “wow!”.
she begins to size me up moment after I entered the room “a stranger in my room” she’s thinking. So I kneel by her and reassure her that I mean no harm, that I’m family. She finds that hard to believe, but her mother and father reinforce my claim with harmonized nods. She looks a little perplexed “ you’re late” she imagines, looking at me with googly eyes .“ where was he last month?” she turns to ask her parents.Then she turns a frown at me and expresses “ You can’t just turn up out of the blue and claim such prestigious title!”. I tell her she’s right and confess “ If God grants me a long enough life, I promise I will never miss any other life event of yours , never again”. She gives me a long and thougthful look and lets out a wry smile . I think her and I are on common terms now, she had forgiven my late coming. Hungry for bond, I launch my arms towards her , expecting a hug, a nice forgiving pat on the back, who knows, but I quickly realize she’s only a one-month-old baby, “oops!” I say. We laugh as if on cue at my little gaffe. Her eyes twinkle and tell me “don’t stare, hold me”. Suddenly, I’m in the eye of a hurricane of emotions which impairs me from speaking. I lift her up and rest her on chest , she’s very affectionate. I wrap the little wonder in my arms, she never quit staring at me until she falls asleep. I think she likes me, and I hope she doesn’t change her mind when she wakes up... when she grows up.
From that moment on I was officially doing my duty as a “spare father”. I was loving my niece more than any uncle ever loved.
~Snoopyboy
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