Something

If there's anything I've learned over the 20-odd years of my life, it is this:

It doesn't pay to be rigid

• Plans, no matter how well crafted can fall flat at a moment's notice. People can't plan when they fall sick or die or when bah kut teh shops decide to close down.


• Concerted efforts, despite appearing horrible during practice sessions, can blossom into something wonderful during the actual delivery day. No matter what, the show must go on, even if it's not perfect.

But the need for something stable to hold on to, something that I can be secure with is always there. How else can one be genuinely flexible when there is nothing that one is anchored to?

It's like the love tank analogy. You can't love unless you are loved first. For genuine love comes from a full heart that simply can't help dishing it out in generous doses.

Clare Frank described a time when she totally felt disgusted with people. Particularly people she didn't really know. Felt that they were out to get all they can from her without a care nor a thought about her feelings. That week itself, God set to work to fill up her love tank for people she didn't know. Every single day, strangers would exhibit extraordinary kindness to her. They would go out of their way to help her out. And at the end of the week, her love to people in general was restored and she could give to them again without feeling disgruntled. Because her love tank was full.

As such, the core of a person should be rooted to something solid. Something that will not change nor morph with the winds of time. Something that will give assurance that no matter how bad things turn out, it is ok because your worth and value is not based on those things anyway. And that gives you the strength to look at things objectively (if not instanteneously, then eventually) and to be a better person after the learning experience. Different folks have different somethings. My something is God.