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A Mindful Journey With The People Who Loves You


Anthony Robbins, an all-time inspiring person that I totally find inspiration and motivation in once said this: ‘The quality of your life is in direct proportion to the amount of uncertainty that you can comfortably deal with’.

Is that words of a saint or what, right?

People can tell you all sorts of things when they are single but there is one thing I can tell you as a parent – you worry.

There is this whole world of uncertainty that you worry CONSTANTLY about and sometimes, it doesn’t even make sense that you are worrying about it because you can’t change anything. Worrying doesn’t change anything but you continue to worry.

You are afraid that the next meal will not come. You worry that your kids are going to end up being beaten up by school bullies. You worry that they are going to waste their time playing Nintendo at the age of…I don’t know…49?

And when I think about it, it makes no sense. Why are we worrying about the uncertainty? What are we trying to control? Something we can’t control? Something that will come no matter how much worrying that you do? Things that will hit you anyway?

It is like death. People worry about death all the time, right? (Well, people MY AGE do, I think) But worrying about it won’t stop death from happening.

Recently I watched this drama called ’49 days’, it is…yes, A KOREAN DRAMA, so shut up about it. =)

The ending made me think so much about life and death. Go watch it if you want to know why. The main character spent so much time, well, 49 days, trying to find people who cared about her so that she can come out of her coma. Then she realized that it is hard to find people who TRULY cared for her, enough to cry for her. Genuine love. People who genuinely loved her for who she is. Yeah, you have people who SAY they care for you, people who turn up, call you and talk to you when they have something they want from you. Do they really care if something happened to you? Would they shed a single tear for you? Or will they simply say ‘ah well…tough’ and walk away?

Geez, I have sooooooooo many of these ‘friends’.

Back to the story. When the character came back out of her coma, she realizes that she is going to die anyway. The moral of the story is…she finally found the people who truly cared for her and it doesn’t matter that she is going to die. Everyone dies anyway.

The most important thing is that she found the people who loved her and with the remaining days, she spent it with them. Nothing else mattered, then.

Do you know how hard it is to find people around you who loved you for who you are? If you have found them, don’t let them go. We are all going to die so spend it mindfully with the people who love you unconditionally.

Nothing is absolute, permanent or certain in this life. Don’t waste it worrying about the uncertain because we are headed in one direction. Spend it with the people you are fated to enjoy this journey with mindfully.

Comments

Angie Ng said…
you no longer in facebook?
Marsha Maung said…
no, i'm still there... =) just that, i don't always have all the right things to say...hahaha, so i shut up iz betta

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