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Coexistence

Branch

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Lake Wanaka Tree, New Zealand, istock

 

Stand still

in the face of life,

in the face of time,

recall all your experiences

and wonder no more;

you are where you should be

your roots hold you high

and your branches wonder off

to the distance

of existence.

 

Stand still

and ignore the petty fish

pecking away at your feet

trying to change you into someone else;

Don’t.

Do not bend unwillingly

do not break or give up

the substance

of your resistance.

 

Stand still

and allow the flight of birds

to entwine the aura

of your soul;

watch as each leaf floats away

into thoughts

and turns your fights

of persistence

to coexistence.

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Mnemonic- The Remembrall

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Mnemonic

When Neville Longbottom’s remembrall turned red, he couldn’t for the life of him remember what it was he was forgetting.  After extensive research in this matter (thank you, google and Harry Potter fans), apparently he wasn’t wearing his robes.  We all suffer with our memories and try to find ways to remember important matters in our lives.  People write notes in their planners, save voice notes in their smart phones, or ask someone to remind them.

Back in the old days, when we weren’t glued to our phones and weren’t able to access the internet all the time, school teachers needed to make things interesting for us to remember things so they introduced us to mnemonics.  One of the most memorable one for me is related to the order of planets: My very easy method just set up nine planets.  How applicable.

Along with some ridiculous song lyrics I can’t forget, the planet mnemonic was placed comfortably in the middle of my memory.  Whenever I hear about a planet, I remember my very easy method and feel so smart, thinking that I got my money’s worth of education.

Then someone decided Pluto isn’t a planet.  WHAT???  What do you mean Pluto isn’t a planet?  All of a sudden Pluto’s just not good enough to be part of the planets?  What is it, then, a tree?  I thought it was a joke, something I overheard and wasn’t certain of its source.  Then I thought it must be someone scientists were still debating about, that they will come around and consider it a planet again.  Lo and behold, they didn’t.  Poor Pluto.

A rose, by any other name, would smell as sweet.

Well, I guess my very easy method just set up nine... nothings.

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Simplify Life

Simplify

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Humans tend to over-complicate matters.  We don’t usually give the issue we are dealing with its correct size and thus, in our minds, we are dealing with catastrophes all the time.  Are you really dealing with catastrophes all the time?

A friend of mine once told me that our day to day issues are just that: day to day issues.  We shouldn’t make a big deal out them, the real issues are those of sickness, loss of  loved ones, war, betrayal, abduction, and all the bad words we think will never happen to us.

So firstly, be grateful that you have a place to sleep, food on your table, don’t have to deal with war, and have a healthy family.

Secondly, breathe.  Spilled milk is just spilled milk.  Losing a job is not the end of the world, you have your life ahead of you.  Children fighting, shouting, having to get vaccinated is just a normal day in a normal life.  When they send a picture of two kids in a car, both holding Ipads and still crying with a sentence on top saying, “still can’t get them quiet, first world problems!” is for you to take a step back and put everything into perspective.  You have running water, some people can’t find water to drink and die of thirst.

Third, simplify your problem.  After minimizing them in your mind, your son’s bad grades are simple.  Smile and hug him, there’s not much you can do but fix the upcoming semester.  Simplify his life to simplify yours.

We are all humans in this world and the extra baggage we place on our backs will not be with us in the end.  It will not matter what your income was, only the smiles and laughter matter.

The First Week on the Job- Bewildered

Bewildered

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Congratulations on your first job!  You are fresh in the workplace with many many many assumptions about what goes on.  You’ve been chosen from a list of candidates and impressed the bosses.  You’ve jumped through this hoops and finally got initiated into this wonderful place. Do you think it’s going to get better?  Well, it can’t possibly get worse, right?

Wrong.

Because now the real work starts, and I’m not talking about the tasks on your job description (if you’ve been given one), I’m talking about the merging of yourself with your social surroundings: your colleagues.

Similar to your first day in school, there are people who will accept you and people who wish you never set foot in the company.  There are people who will help you and people who will try to make your life a living hell.  Well, welcome to the real world, it’s a thousand times worse than school, you can’t take a sick day just to run away from a test, and above all that you’ve got your career at stake.

You will feel bewildered, lost, clueless, and will wonder what you are doing there.  You will question yourself, your knowledge and skills, your upbringing, and you will definitely have a little bit of inferiority complex to top it off.  In the end, you can use the “smile and nod” technique, play the “strong and silent” role, or chew gum.
Smile, this too shall pass.

The Curse

via Image Writing Prompt #71

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‘You have to get control of your curse before it destroys all of us.’

‘But I don’t want to.’

‘You don’t want to, but why?’

‘I want it to destroy everyone in this world.’

‘You scare me sometimes.  Take the curse back.’

‘NO!’

‘Emma, this is not a joke, this has nothing to do with who you are.  There are many innocent people out there.’

‘Are they really innocent?  Once they realize who I am, what I am, they will all turn against me.’

‘I never turned against you.’

‘You’re different.  You were with me since forever.  You knew me before this all started.   You knew me before I turned all weird.’

‘You’re not weird, you’re special.’

‘Scoff! That’s an understatement.  Special are people who add value, all I do is destroy.’

‘Yes, but you are good for us humans.  You destroy the extras’

‘On what basis?  Just because the government tells me where to go and who to curse doesn’t mean it’s right.  They choose people who are bad in their point of view, but aren’t we all human?’

‘Not this again, Emma.  This is your duty.’

‘I don’t like it.  I never wanted to be a killer.  Do you think anyone dreams of being a killer when they’re young?  I wanted to be an accountant.  Just a boring accountant like my parents but this.. this change happened in me and there’s no way back.  So if there’s no way back there’s only the way forward.  Let me channel this curse and rest my mind, let me rest my conscience and rid myself of the source of all evil.’

‘Who’s the source of all evil?’

‘All humans.  Thank you for being a great friend but it’s time to say goodbye to the world as we know it.  Sometimes the earth has to be burnt to rise again and I believe I was sent to burn.’

She channeled the fire upwards, it cascaded a shadow over the horizon and turned day into night.  People all around were scared, they didn’t know what to do nor what was going on.  It was a normal day for everyone and then suddenly, this happens.  An eclipse of some sort, a damnation.  And then suddenly, fire.

The Piano

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via Image Writing Prompt #43

“You never play anymore, you just sit there,” I told my dad one afternoon as the light fell on the black and white keys and his unwavering hands.  He seemed lost in thought as always and kept his eyes fixed on his fingers.  I recalled how the music notes would fill our home from early morning before we were ready to go to school.  It was the sound of the keys and the smell of the coffee that made our home what it was.

And now, the sound ceased to exist.

It was three months ago when my mother passed away so suddenly.  It was a calm night in March when I heard her being rushed down the stairs with my dad.  I came out of my room with my headphones on my shoulders not knowing what was going on.  She had on her light blue robe and was pale as a ghost.  She was holding onto her stomach and screaming from pain and dad was barely able to stand, let alone attend to her.  “Don’t worry hon, I just feel a bit sick but I’ll be back.”  She tried to comfort me sweetly.  I believed her, I always believed my mom.  I never thought she would ever lie to me or ever leave me.

But she did.

There was nothing they could do to stop it.  It was unexpected and so sudden that I would find myself forgetting she was gone, like waking up and expecting to smell the coffee.  My dad couldn’t arrange anything for her funeral so my aunt took the heavy responsibility off our chests.  It was dark, dim, and morbid like any other funeral regardless of the weather.

And to make matters worse, the sound of the piano stopped.  “You never play anymore, you just sit there,” I stated again.

She’s gone.  He whispered, with a tear rolling down his cheek.

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