Merry Christmas, 2018.

It is the best time of the year. Christmas trees assembled up on the first week of December, on the streets and in the malls. We build up excitement towards today, prepping up for the jingle and the party. A month of celebration, we gather with our friends and family to have some fun. Together we count our blessings, have a cup of hot cocoa in hand, and enjoy the holiday ambiance.

It is my favorite time of the year. We wake up knowing it is the most beautiful day of the year. Once the clock chimes at twelve, through the night and into the early morning, we fill our hearts with love and express our gratitude with smiles and words that resemblances ‘I Love You’ and ‘Thank You’. We wear happiness on our sleeves, eat to our heart’s content, and settle with a good cup of hot coffee. This is Christmas and it certainly feel so. Bells jingles, Christmas hits playing over the stereo, hands trembling out of excitement over the presents we have received. Oh, Santa has finally arrived in the town. (Just for a day!)

The table decorated with various kinds of food and desserts – sausages and pizzas, turkey and ham, tossed salad and sushi, champagnes and wines. We always leave the Christmas log cake for the end. We’ll enjoy the food, talk and laugh out loud, appreciate the hanging decorations and the Christmas tree that stood in the corner with presents loaded underneath, and then stuffing ourselves for the second round. Maybe there’ll be a third and fourth. Sometimes this ends up as a punishment, to finish up the remaining scraps of food. Not participating isn’t an option.

In the evening, the room was dimly lit with warm lights, purposefully so to grant the spotlight to the humbly decorated Christmas tree that’ll show itself only in December. Settling down on the comfy bed, we chose a movie on Netflix that revolves around a Christmas theme (The Princess Switch). Because it’ll never be a white Christmas where I’m at, it was an added bonus whenever snowy landscapes flashes on the screen. It was a heartwarming film filled with romance and fantasy, and also a hint of comedy. A happy ending, for a happy occasion.

And when the night comes, we know it’ll soon come to an end. The wait till the next Santa’s visit will be long. It’s hard to say goodbye to this day, but we know there’ll be a next time. So till then, and till the next meeting, we’ll fight the days in between, with the warmth that we have felt, with the memories that we have come to share, and for the love we have been gracefully blessed with.

That was my Christmas. How was yours like?

Thank you for reading. Merry Christmas!

Learning The Beauty of Action Over Perfection.

On some days when we wake, we know the day’s going to be great. We stretch long, on our bed with pillows and plushies that were messily tossed around on the sides. Our eyes squint when we find our first sight to the morning sun light. The traffic flows for us, the lift waits for us, the coffee pot brewing and calling for us. We know it’ll be a beautiful day right from the start.

On other days, we barely forced ourselves off the bed. Skipping the stretches and hardly noticing the clear beautiful sky, we throw on random pieces of clothing that was causally laid around, rushing out of our home praying we didn’t miss anything when we left. We knew it’ll be hard right from the start.

On some days we set to strive; On others, we try to put one foot in front of the other, one step at a time. But that was part of deal we’ve made with life, we knew it since day one. We knew we won’t be getting just only the good stuffs and we knew perfection don’t exist since day one. But of course, that didn’t stop us from trying to achieve the impossible. After all, we were taught, in this era that nothing is impossible. There’s a charm to that, so we did what we had to: we tried, aiming for perfection each and every time, on good and bad days. We pretend sometimes, unknowingly falling deeper into the realms of despair, and then hating ourselves for it. All in the name of perfection that doesn’t exist – in people, in nature, in universe.

It’s a tricky thing actually. Pursuing perfection on great days, brought me further than i could normally have gone. It propelled me forward with a destination to arrive, within a time limit and a mission to accomplish. On days like that, it stood on my side. On others, i feared it. Having an image of perfection stopped me in my tracks, made me procrastinate, and then ended up barely a few inches forward from where i’ve started. Days like that, it stood against me and it got to me. It was most probably accurate that actions beat perfection, whether it is about making plans for the future, or working on a project, or writing per say.

It might be tough, especially to convince the stubborn parts of us, but maybe on days when we find it hard to bring close replicas of perfection onto the table, settling for ‘giving your best to the day’ and accepting for good enough, is the best approach that we can embrace.

Remember, it was the part of the deal we made with life. In response, we could smile big and embrace the imperfections, bring our versions of magnificence upon the existing flaws of life. Maybe we’ll live a life fuller, breathe a little deeper and appreciate the world a little better.

For the new week, you’ve got this! Good and bad days, we’ll get better at it. Thank you for reading!

My Journey With Writing.

When i first started writing, i wasn’t regularly doing it. On some days, the urge to write down how i feel won the battle over laziness. Others, the latter took over. That was the reason why, at the start of this journey, i had blank pages for days before having another entry. It wasn’t supposed to be easy, but it’ll be worth it. I hung on those words to ‘just try one more time’. And i was thankful i did. The mentality to try just one more time, after numerous failures, led to one big final success. Till this day, as i’ve numbered my days in hope to see how far i’ve come, i am writing my Day 995 today.

Now i write almost about anything in my journal. Settling down on journalling with ‘Day One’, the experience with it has been absolute. As flexibility and functionality blends in the app, thoughts and emotions gets spread onto those white blank pages like butter on bread.

A few ideas to kickstart your habit of journalling today:

– Search deeply and write down what made your day special today.

– Thoughts that bugged you throughout the day, to keep it in the pocket and out of your mind.

– Some planning for the next day, introduce a little excitement before you sleep tonight.

You don’t have to know where your final destination is; Sometimes you just have to trust the process that by doing so, it’ll lead you somewhere.

Cheering for you, wherever you reside, whatever you choose to put your time and energy into. Thank you for reading.

The Influence Of A Dollar.

Small actions lead to huge achievements, a single step leads to a thousand miles, a dollar causes the most problems. This is the story i’ve learned from a short life experience with accounting: never dismiss that one dollar. It’ll come back to haunt you more than you’ll ever know.

With whatever short experiences i’ve garnered for the past few months, the journey thus far had been breathtaking – literally breath taking. It was a steep learning curve i’ve come to terms with, with mistakes made at every turn – which i later learned how to resolve and avoid committing them at all in the first place. With a fistful number of problems i’ve encountered, i come to realise that i’ve had the most issues with little nitty dollar that i dismissed rather casually and quickly. They’re shady – in the sense where they can hide better than huge numbers. “One dollar can be the hardest to track” – my boss once said, while we were going through the financial statements. How true it has come to be. We no longer think much of a dollar. But i happen to, with the work that i’ve come to do.

“One dollar causes the most problem”, i’ve said to myself over and over, trying to understand this concept in all possible perspectives. In relation to working with numbers, it’ll be like battling against the nosy mosquitos who couldn’t keep their beak-like mouth shut – it’s frustrating and irritating. Yet amidst the frustration brings a hope of glitter, knowing that as much as how little things can cause huge disturbances, little actions can cause monumental differences. What we have told ourselves about how we couldn’t make a difference in this vast world, or how a single kind act today wouldn’t change the world for the better, or what we do don’t matter, might stand on the foundation that is now heavily shaken. If a dollar can do something like that, what more can a mere human do? I suppose it’s more than what we think we could. We only need to convince our minds of that.

In work, it’s annoying. In life, it’s hope. Like most things, mentality’s a double-edged sword, powered by the thinking we choose to settle for.

Just an interesting story i thought i’d like to share.

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How It Happened, My First Step Towards Journalling.

I had it written down somewhere, 16 April 2014. Nudged by unsettling nerves which eventually settled, I celebrated an occasion on rising above the mostly imagined insurmountable waves – by writing it down. I overcame a public speaking presentation for a mandatory course in my first year of university. Story short, I thought the worst out of the situation but the event unfolded rather positively. I wanted it to be a constant reminder that most of my worries are the product of my imaginations running wild, to snap myself out of the fictional bubble I enclose myself in if the need arises. As far as human minds go, I realized that this concept never sticks: “Most of our worries never happen. ” It could be in human’s nature to have the tendency to worry even if we knew the odds, even if the odds play favorably for us. Therefore, as an attempt to hack the mind, I wanted to safe-keep a personal victorious scene somewhere, in case the mind starts going bonkers and stand against myself (so much for loyalty).

That was my starting point. That was my trigger, my memorable first baby steps into journaling.

Fortunately and unfortunately, just like any other interest, it is easier to start something than to maintain it. A flicker of fire sparks the light in us, but a simple unintended overlook might extinguish the flame that once burned so bright. As far as I see it, the good side is, if you’re sticking with it even after failing a couple of times, that’s a pretty good hint that it might be what you’re searching high and low for; You might have just stumbled upon your passion that you actively seek. Just like the story of the red thread of fate, just like how god ties an invisible red cord around the ankles of those that are destined to meet, just like how cords can be pulled and tangled but never broken, you’ll find your passion just like how you’ll meet your persons.

My first baby steps into journaling had its own setbacks, frequently restarting me back at zero. But ultimately, it has evolved slowly but steadily, from baby steps to giant strides.

That’s my story. What’s yours?