Once again Christmas is approaching and we are all influenced by the joy and happiness and love that radiates from the over excited people such as me. =D
Its that moment of the year where for some reason we find the need to bring the people we hate and the ones we love and just enjoy an atmosphere of absolute tranquility and merriness. The time where we find the need to forget about problems that otherwise would have worried us and just bask in the moment of finding time to laugh and realize what we have been through together.
Sad though that not all the time we attend to ourselves like this special day we keep till the end of the year and cut off communication to people who have made a so-called blunder and pissed you off, till of course, this glorious month or day where for some reason we think and then realize it wasn't that big after all.
Anyway, I just want to wish every one out there the most happiest and merriest time of their life this year. I hope that miracles happen, may it be small ones or big ones let us learn to appreciate them and also let us not just think and remember the less fortunate but let us do something about it as well.
=LOVE=
Well the past three days I was on a spiritual retreat with the rest of the Love and Life's facilitating team. Here I experienced the inner most side of me. Being able to see that there are moments to be left behind and be built up again made me realize that sometime we crushed, stepped on broken and just flattened by the obstacles of life, but then once we start to rise we start to mold ourselves and start to create this new lease on life.
We could choose to be molded into something different, something stronger some thing more balanced and stable with a platform able to with-hold any obstacle that comes along the way or just be molded back into the same thing where we tend to fall into the same pit hole where we were last dropped into.
The last three days revealed the abilities that I never knew I possessed and the side I never knew I had anymore.
The side of me sharing my weaknesses and my past was like opening a personal diary an reading it in front of a crowd. Only, this crowd was not just any crowd. This was a crowd with no judgment at hand and only a lending hand to lift me back up.
I also saw side of people that I NEVER thought they had. When you find something out of the unexpected you find yourself in a land that you always dwell in but never lived in. You look but do not see.
It felt good to open up once again.
Hey peeps!Well most of you all are wondering what on earth was the last post about. Not to worry, I haven't completely gone insane. The partial sensibility that lingers in me still exists and hence I needed to justify myself for typing out such an absurd post. =)To start off, The story was a dream I had, of course as you can tell it is not as vivid and articulate as it has been in my dream, but then again I'm not as great as a writer as I intended to be. Then again, practice makes perfect.The dream was so vivid, I could see the boy's face and I could feel his angst and frustration lying there helpless. Every detail was distinguished and noted down mentally. The blood, the blood when I held it was livid and so graphic and lifelike. It was like I was actually holding it.I felt the urgency to help the boy to get to the ambulance. I still do not know why but it played a significant part in my dream. Well, to me that is. It's that moment when the boy's mom hugged me and thanked me for helping, I realized I had touched someone.To me, holding the packet of blood and leading the by towards the ambulance was just a fraction of my life. Something that I may or may not remember but to that boy it was his life. A small action that had tremendous effect and left the mother in tears and myself moved showed me that it was not just the big actions of people that affect us. The most humble thought from our actions could show off to be a milestone to someone else.At that point I realized what I had done. The ending was more of an answer.
He lay asleep, as the drip fused him with fresh blood. I waited not knowing how I got there. Yet something told me that is where I was supposed to be.
He lay still not moving and I waited looking around. Something told me I had been here before. I couldn't comprehend the people around me or what they were doing. Nurses rushing in and out in a hurry saving one life after the other. I was baffled by my presence yet I stayed and watched with the thought that kept playing on my mind.
I looked at him and wondered what happened. I could not tell what was going on and then, all at once the machines went off. Nurses started to rush in and tried to revive him. I stood there stunned and shocked at the situation before me.
They started to wheel him out of the room and from the building into the ambulance. People stood around and watched. There was yellow tape and somehow we had to get through that. They stopped and tried to get through the barrier. I grabbed the packet of blood and ducked underneath the tape. I lifted the tape up and let them through. Somehow it made sense and once again he could be transferred to the ambulance. I rushed through the crowd and realized outside it was raining they rushed him inside the ambulance.
A woman grabbed me and hugged me and looked into my eyes and smiled. "Thank you for saving my son." Tears trickled down her face and all of a sudden I realized I was sitting beside him all this time. I looked at his helpless body in the ambulance and closed my eyes and prayed out loud the thoughts in my head.
The woman grabbed my arm and then said " This, this is a prayer."
