If up to this point in your life, your thinking & doing have not got you anywhere, & you seem so directionless, it’s time to rethink & may I suggest that you ponder over the underlining statements that follow below here.
One great lesson I learned from my life . . . there is no market for your emotions, so never advertise your feelings, just show your attitude . . .
Usually in the quiet hours of the morning or late into the night (or rather in the unholy hours of the night), I would have my quiet moments, solitude . . . moments to ponder & contemplate. Very often too when I’m having the “writer’s block” . . . lacking inspiration to write, I would look on to Perth City’s lights from my humble dwelling place . . . and there as with the sparkle of city’s lights, ideas begin to flow & inspiration grow.
This morning was different. At about 6.00, I received this beautiful email from a dear old friend “Roger” (his nick name known only to me) whom I joyfully caught up with after an absence of a lapse of over 40 years. I thought that rather than forwarding it through the usual emailing channel, I could share this with friends far & wide, distant or near, old or new, young & old, male or female in my WordPress blog.
As with the golden sun in the evening setting
There’s no assurance of the rising in the dawn awakening!
May I suggest that as you read every line, ponder deep & hard, memorise & internalise as with all the good years of your life . .
TOMORROW is NEVER PROMISED . . .
One day a woman’s husband died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t “anymore”. No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more “just one minute.” Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and goes away, never to return before we can say good-bye, say “I love you.”
So while we have it, it’s best we love it, care for it, fix it when it’s broken and heal it when it’s sick. This is true for marriage . . . And old cars . . . And children with bad report cards, and dogs with bad hips, and aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.
Some things we keep — like a best friend who moved away or a sister-in-law after divorce. There are just some things that make us happy, no matter what.
Life is important, like people we know who are special. And so, we keep them close!
I received this from someone who thought I was a ‘keeper’! Then I sent it to the people I think of in the same way . . . Now it’s your turn to send this to all those people who are “keepers” in your life, including the person who sent it, if you feel that way. Suppose one morning you never wake up, do all your friends know you love them?
I was thinking . . . I could die today, tomorrow or next week, and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friendships that needed rekindling or three words needing to be said.
Let every one of your friends know you love them. Even if you think they don’t love you back, you would be amazed at what those three little words and a smile Jcan do. And just in case I’m gone tomorrow.
Many Kirkbyites would recall the days of “Peaceful Slumber” in place of “Private Study”, the rendezvous in Kirkby Woods or along the canal, week-end coach tours to nearby places of interests, endless summer holidays in the continent . For the romantics, what sweet remembrances of whispering sweet nothing in the quiet room or the lingering at the doors of the girls’ blocks reluctantly saying good-night.
There were “bookworms” among us who buried themselves in the library trying to excel in their academic pursuit or winning trips on the “Blue Funnel”. For most in general getting a “pass” or “straight As” made no difference at all. Sadly enough, it looks like many of those “bookworms” are no longer with us. During such times as “Private Study”, our Papa Gurney used to be on the prowl and the Recreation Room was on the danger list, lest one should be caught playing billiards or snooker ( a favourite pastime with many) or table-tennis.
To the world at large, and America especially, September 11 will always be a significant and memorable date. About the same time on 15 September, some five hundred Kirkbyites gathered together for a great celebration of the past . . . a fiftieth reunion of the days gone by in the Malayan Teachers’ Training College, Kirkby in Liverpool, England. . . meeting at the Concorde Hotel in Kuala Lumpur after an absence of, for some, up to 50 years, and for us after 40 or 41 years. It’s a lifetime experience flashing through the conference room.
Recently, I heard again an old favourite song of mine “One day When We Were Young”, and it brings home the fact that we could never return to our youth . . . to the days gone by . . . when life seemed so easy and free. On this extended holidays of ours, we have managed to return to our old home-town, the old schools, the old place of work, visited old friends and colleagues who are still around. Who would have thought that some people have passed on . . . the old place had progressed beyond your own recognition. . . and misfortune had befallen among some, while some unexpected ones have gone on successfully.
Back to the scene at the Concorde Hotel, a comment was made that night . . .who would have thought a Kirkbyite, Bainun Mohd Ali, would one day be the Queen of Malaysia. She, presently Raja Permaisuri of Perak State in Malaysia, was most gracious to grace the occasion and posted for photographs with us all. Proudly, Kirkby College has produced many distinguished personnels in the field of human endeavour, academically and socially. Pity that such reunion had never been organised in the past. It would be good to keep the tradition going. A big thank you is in order to John Pillai (deceased) and his committee for such a task well done. Kirkyites have spread themselves to all corners of the world, though many have remained and retired in the Golden Chersonese. Keeping in touch these days electronically is so easy, instant and cheap. There is absolutely no excuse for not trying.
Most of us are or would-be grand-parents. Some unfortunately have passed on. For us who are still around, let’s not neglect meeting together regularly for the days ahead are not many. Or at least keep in close touch throughemailing.
It’s said don’t grow old, but grow up. Yet from my own personal observation, this phenomenon is hardly the case. You would expect that after years of togetherness as a couple, each partner in the relationship would become more caring for each other. Relationship can mellow and sweeten with the years or contrarily sour for all you care! It would be sad to see the latter happening.
Modern relationship is so fragile. Long established ones are rare. Surprisingly, especially going by Hollywood’s mode, you’ll find a few exceptions like Ronald & Nancy Reagan – best known actors for a sustaining relationship. Even then there’s the tint of shadow in the form of Jane Wyman.
Old & Miserable – “I see not, I hear not, I speak not”!
I know of a nice Singapore family with a son confined to the wheelchair, and more recently a doctor friend of mine with multiple-systems atrophy, both suffering from abandonment by their partners. These are two paraplegic examples only – one still in the prime years and the other in the golden years of life. It’s all a question of “for better” certainly not “for worse” as spelt out in the marriage vow.
Alas where do we find romance lasting till the end! The musical strains of tears and stress through the years have but all disappeared. People still love to hear of a romantic story of courage without fear, of love with all the tears, of sharing and caring with the years. But they are not happening in real life. “What about me?” rather than “What about we?” Gross individualism predominates in all situations these days . . . my own car, my bank account, my social life, my this and that. The list is unending with the divorce lawyer laughing all the way to the bank.
Tenderness & Togetherness – Human Can Learn from the Birds
Don’t human beings care any more? Are we so devoid of feelings and emotion in the face of materialism? Don’t we ever going to consider negative consequences resulting from the fall-out?
I am not an expert to provide you with solutions.
I just provide you with thought provoking questions.