Way of living

How forgettable one can be in life! I always wonder. The weather forecast on TV keeps showing that the typhoon might bring a lot of damage. Natural disasters have been a relatively hot issue in recent years even when I teach. This topic is well-discussed and has drawn a lot of attention as well. But there are still people who ventured to go surfing. And yes, there have been many who had lost their lives for the last few decades.

Recently I have cultivated a habit, bring a small notebook (not computer, thanks!) on the metro all the time. It is to write down all sorts of ideas and inspirations. I like it very much so far because I have penned down some poetry, lesson plans, and interesting ideas for writing. For people like me, spending almost two hours commuting to work daily, it doesn’t seem a bad idea reading books or brainstorming when riding the public transportation. Sometimes, I wonder how much time we waste each day and how many things we can actually accomplish simply by making good use of some spare moments we can get in life.

Tonight I came across a good friend’s blog, stumping upon a very meaningful thought: no matter what you do, you’re always you intrinsically. That’s right. Intrinsically! How I love this word. Thing is that how many of us really take a few minutes reflecting on what we have done and who we are at the end of each day. I still recall the very first time I went to Evian when I was a student in Suisse. I was very surprised to see so many people, young and old, sitting or standing along the busy street and doing nothing. Well not exactly nothing. They were enjoying the warm sunshine on a lovely Saturday morning. I asked myself what they were thinking in their mind-were they thinking what to eat for lunch or merely spacing out. Was that a sort of waste of time? I later learnt it’s just a way of living…

A way of living
Whether you like it
Or hate it
A way of smiling
That creates many blessings
A way of sulking
That brings incessant miseries
I choose smiling
I choose blessings

By Jerski

Sonnet

Across the green ocean
An island cradles
Gently
Wind breathes
Soothing power of magic
Ephemerally
Indigenous melody
Imbues the blue sky
With curly whites
Who on earth has penned
A sonnet in my head
Twinkling tumbling
And intoxicatingly
Red