It took me quite a bit to get out of bed this morning. My legs were as heavy as stone and they simply refuse to budge even when I kept asking them to. No matter how many signals my brain sent to my nerves at my legs. SOmehow, when the clock struck quarter past seven, I simply flew out of bed to the bathroom. Any minute or second later and I will be late. Obediently, I got cleaned up and dressed up for the weather. The winter demands thick jackets, scarves and gloves. After being all geared up, I stepped out of my house into the harsh winter cold. As I walked in the cold, the pores of my skin tighten and screamed in horror. They hurt so much in the cold that my skin turned stiff. I took the bus to school. Before I reached the classroom, I got myself a cup of coffee. Coffee is a must for me. It gives me the energy to get through the whole day. It tastes great too! I am a coffee lover....heeheee..
As I walked, I could feel the cold triggering the atoms and cells in my body. The cold is asking my body to get up and enjoy the day's activities. Bit by bit, I felt much better and less lethargic. Class went by today with nothing much to talk about. We went through the routines as usual practising our pronunciation and reading. Not much grammar is being done yet as we are still quite limited in terms of our knowledge and usage of the language.
As I walked to class, I noticed the street lamps. The street lamps here are supported by wires tied to the buildings around. Each lamp is suspended in the air using wires attached to the buildings. WIth each lamp, I am reminded of how inter-related we are and how much support we need to maintain status quo. I am also reminded of how our lives are tied to one another. Just like the people who come into our lives teach us something. After we have learnt the lesson, they either stay or leave and move on to their next task.
I hope that I can stay in the lives of many of my students so that there will always be someone there for them when they need someone. The experience of feeling lost without having a mentor to guide oneself is miserable. So many nights I have cried and begged for God's helping hand to send someone to me to show me the way. The pain penetrates through my heart and soul. The tears just flow without showing signs of stopping. Now that I have moved on with the help of some of my friends, I want to extend this to others as well, to reduce their pain and show them that there is hope in life. We may not take the route that most people take, or speak the langauge that most people speak, but we live a life that we want and that we feel happy with. This is what living is all about, at least for me.
Having been left alone for most part of my life, I cherish the attention and care showered on me. It touches my heart and warms me when I look at the picture of us together.
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Hi Jo, glad that life for you has taken a turn for the better. And I am sure you are definitely the envy of many, being able to be with your loved one and still could tour the many scenic regions of europe.
Things over here are pretty much the same for me, still waiting for the right opportunity to come by and hopefully start a new and prosperous chapter in my life.
Weather here has been one of the rarest I have ever seen, with showers going non stop for as logn as 48 hrs, even at this moment rain is pouring incessantly on every corner of the island, and from what I can see it shows no signs of stopping any time soon. Sometimes as I look out my window I wonder if the rain is depicting my situation now, and that patience and perserverance may be the only path for me to embrace the once sunny days that I long for.
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