Sunday, January 16, 2011

4:01 pm, Friday afternoon

It's a Friday afternoon. A rainy day. The sky darkens, huge rain drops falling down from the grey coloured clouds. This reminds me of an afternoon visit to my grandma's house, all alone.

The usual way, I bought snacks for my grandma and grandpa. Their door is always open, so I could see grandma sitting in her chair, staring into the space. The next thing I did was to greet my grandpa as he's the one who opens the gate door for us. My grandma hadn't done it for a few years because her legs are weak and she needed someone to support her as she walks. Of course, that person is my handsome grandpa.

I entered their house (well, it's my second home as well) with a huge smile and greeted grandpa. Then, I walked towards my grandma and raised my voice to greet her as one of her ears is impaired. Her eyesight is not very good as well, so all she could see is blur images, I supposed. So, I would go near her face to greet her and at the same time, reach out my hand to catch hers.

My grandpa then ate the food that I've bought. While my grandpa is enjoying his food, I fed my grandma with her favourite dessert (I'm not sure whether it's her favourite, but she tells us that it's rather tasty). After finishing her food, she would thank me for doing so and I told her that she didn't need to thank me. I didn't tell her the reason why because I don't know how to translate it in Hokkien dialect. I wanted to tell her that I'm her grand daughter and it's my responsibility to take good care of her, do things for her to show my love for her, so there is no need to thank me at all.

After that, I sat on the sofa beside her. Wonder why I always do that? It's because I wanted to go near and just to let her know that I'm beside her, listening to the words and laughter that always come out from her throat and then mouth.

At first, I didn't really know what to tell her or ask her though I wanted to interact with her. Then, I realised that I don't need to come up with a specific topic. Hence, I just talked to her about that stuff that were in my mind. It did work, but sometimes she didn't reply me, which I think it's because she didn't hear what I was saying. And sometimes my grandpa would laugh at the stuff that I've told my grandma about. I wasn't really talking about funny stuff but I don't know, maybe it's because I looked funny when I interact with grandma haha.

When the surroundings start to darken, my grandma would ask me to go home because it's getting late. It's only around 6pm or so, but she's always worried about my safety. Such that, she's afraid that I might bump into some bad people who would attack me or something. She said something like "It's getting dark, go home quickly." So i assured that I would go home soon, but everytime I delayed by one or two hours before leaving their house.

When it was time to go home, she would reach out her hand again, for me to catch hers. I would always tell her "Grandma, I'll visit you again next week with my mum and siblings", followed by a smile like this:

                            

That sentence makes both my grandma and grandpa look forward to the weekends as that's when most of us, including my aunts, uncle and cousins would visit them. Also, that's when we interact with each other and bond together. This also brings us closer in a way. 

I'm still missing my grandma, and I know she's doing well in another dimension that's not far from us. We're going to visit grandpa later and I'm sure he will flash his huge smile the moment he sees us.

P.S: I started blogging this post on Friday at 4.01pm, but I stopped and could only complete it this afternoon.

                                                                     

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Happiness is.. Staying happy for as long as you can


What do you see in this picture? Yes, a not-so-pleasant looking bedsheet (because of the creases or because you don't like its colour). To 'compensate' for the unpleasantness, a round ball with a smiley-face on it is placed in the middle, making the picture look pretty and not so dull.

Life's like this too. It is impossible to stay happy all the time especially where all of us are living in a competitive world that is filled with opportunities, but also endless cruelty.

In the aspect of sports, athletes are working hard and trying to grab hold of the gold medal. They can even feel upset and unhappy because of the tough trainings high expectations that they have in their mind. But.. Why? The answer is simple, that is, they want it to have the honour, to prove others wrong. In the working industry, this kind of situation occurs as well. For example, there is only one vacancy as a CEO in a company. And that vacancy is just like the one-and-only gold medal. Hence, everyone with high qualifications is snatching for it, no matter how tough the competition is. Everyone then gets stressed up. But.. Why? Because they want to earn loads of money for a luxury life and that they can get to reach the top (but not as if they can get to touch the sky).


Image obtained from: http://trueslant.com/johnknefel/files/2010/03/sad_face.jpg

But, do all these stiff competitions make you happy at the end of the day? I agree that there's nothing wrong with wanting to achieve your goals, however, sometimes people just tend to try too hard. And in those cases, they don't manage to get what they want, ending up feeling discouraged and upset. Also, some people tend to aim too high and have unrealistic dreams. If they insist on pursuing it and eventually it don't work out, they end up hurting themselves as well.

So, work within your limits and exceed a little if you want to challenge yourself. Don't overdo it as you would be putting unnecessary stress on yourself, which can pose bad effects and it won't make you happy.

What we need to achieve is to stay happy for as long as we can, and at the same time, try to achieve our goals and enjoying the process instead of forcing ourselves to accomplish it.

Life's short, so why make yourself miserable? Maximise the time on smiling instead of frowning.