My grandma’s village in the rainy season seems as green and peaceful as her heart, and as full of blessings.
A friend called story writing the easiest thing in the world– select a few good writing topics, he said. Add a few good writing ideas, and you can write a book. Though what he said pissed me off a little, because anyone who has written a few stories would tell you it isn’t that easy.…
When we were kids, our parents applauded when we performed, whether at school, or extra-curricular activities.
I believe that this led to a sort of cycle where our happiness depended on others being happy with us. In order to keep others happy, we do whatever it takes– and this is considered a good thing.
Sure, I can expect people to be kind, but whether they will actually be kind depends on their reality. That does not mean I should let go of my expectations, just that I need to remember that they’re my expectations, and not their reality.