Heard this joke a long time ago. When you get married, you get three rings.

1. Engagement ring (for girls, kind of awkward for guys to wear one, well unless the girl propose to the guy which is rather unlikely)

2. Wedding ring

3. i’m sure you can guess. suffer-ring? ta-dah!

In all seriousness, all of us go through some form of suffering, We never realized and we never notice. Some show it rather obviously and some in a really subtle way. There exist people who don’t show signs at all. What kind of affliction is the worst?

Have you ever wondered why the lady in the hospital, soldier in torture or child who got caned cried? They all suffer from sort of physical pain, yes. More importantly, they all are somewhat distressed emotionally.

The lady with cancer cries because she is so

• worried about leaving her loved ones behind.
• embarrassed of the way she looks and being bald
• not sure what day to day brings

You can guess why for the soldier and the child. The fact is physical pain does lead to emotional pain generally. Depressed people choose to jump off the bridge or the building and rather endure the few seconds of damage to their bodies to stop the affliction on their souls.

Say a prayer, talk to a friend, do a run. Plenty of things to look out for. I know, sometimes, you feel like the loneliest soul and just feel desolation. I been there. Whatever you do, know that there is someone out there for you. Know that one day, your pain will lead to hope which in return leads to joy.

Have a nice day wherever you are. 🙂

Hi people, not going to be writing stories for a while. Need some inspiration. Haha. Instead, will be writing on things.

It’s amazing how events change us in such a manner we don’t even realized it. I was talking about yoyos to my sister and I realized, damn, I have a lot of yoyos. It seems like yesterday I was doing a walking the dog trick.

What happened to that kid who collected hot wheel cars, soft toys(yes I did, don’t judge), yoyos and limited edition erasers? It’s hard to get by these days without thinking about the future and the past (like what I’m doing now). As carefree as I am (I seem to be known for that), I do think a lot about what and who am I going to be. The last time I probably didn’t care so much was when I was playing a yoyo. The kid is in still in me but I hardly have time for him anymore.

Responsibility is one word but it means a thousand things. I am on my way to learning more about mine just like everyone else. Life is like a yoyo( don’t know if I actually plan this pun), ups and downs makes us grow but it makes us lose ourselves sometimes too. Like many other things, sometimes, we just need to find time for that kid, to love ourselves and rest.

Walking across the park, he zipped up his jacket and put on his gloves. He could hear each twig he stepped on. No one rarely uses the park anymore to get into the city. The main road was much safer, people thought. He couldn’t be bothered because it was much quicker.

So he kept walking and as he was approaching the city, he saw a lady sleeping under a tree. How could she possibly sleep in this weather, he thought. With only a couple of ragged clothes to cover her, the cold certainly got the better of her.

A cardboard sign read “PLEASE help me. I’m in need of money to get started. I currently don’t have a job. PLEASE donate.”

He wanted to stop and help but he was in a hurry to meet his friends. There were so many homeless in the streets, he couldn’t really afford to help all of them.

He kept walking under the neon lights with familiar sounds of engines running. Only a couple minutes from the restaurant, he stopped by the television store and looked at the news channel. It flahsed ‘Boston suspects apprehended’ and ‘ Attacks in Middle East continue’ .

When the Boston attacks happened, he felt sick inside. He remembered asking his father why is the world so cruel and where was God in all of this. His dad couldn’t answer him at that moment. At Sunday school, he certainly was thought to do good. It wasn’t enough with humanity degrading everyday, he thought.

Opening the door, he went inside and met his friends. Seeing all those familiar faces, he forgot all about the news and it certainly gave him warmth in the midst of everything. He smiled.

After two hours of uncontrollable laughter and a good dinner, they decided to call it a day. He said goodbye to them. As he was leaving, a guy called out to him,

“Sir, excuse me sir!”

“Yup?” He responded.

“You left your phone on the table. Here you go, sir” The waiter smiled.

“Thank you so much.” He took his phone and pocketed it. Thank God for such a kind waiter he said to himself.

Where should he go next, he asked himself. He felt like taking a trip to the bookstore. As he walk, he saw a Dalmatian bringing food to another black dog. The dog was lying on the ground. It doesn’t seem to be responding to the food at all. The Dalmatian tried nudging him. His efforts were to no avail. The black dog had passed away. The poor thing. The Dalmatian continued standing next to it regardless. Many stopped and looked at them. Not long after, dog protection services came and picked both of them up. Someone must have called them.

He decided not to go to the bookstore anymore. He went to the mall instead. He came out with two bags and a hot chocolate.

He walked back towards the park near the streets. He took out the blankets from the bags and put it on her. He then woke her up, “Hi, sorry to disturb you. I brought hot chocolate for you. Thought you might want some.” He smiled. Still a bit dazed at what is going on, she tried to see what’s happening. She was so happy with the blankets and hot chocolate she hugged him immediately.

He had a good chat with her. During she asked, what made him do this? To that he responded, “I wanted to be a Dalmatian and a friend. And it’s the least I could do for a lovely lady like you.” She didn’t understand that at all to his amusement. Before he left, she hugged him again.

He walked towards the bus stop. He thought back of the conversation he had with his dad. His dad didn’t respond then but he did say something later after finishing cooking dinner.

“I should think whoever made these attacks probably didn’t experience as much love as you and I did, son. Love is experiential. It’s not something we know immediately but rather feel it and it is so strong an emotion that it makes us do what we do. It teaches us how to be humans and it gives our dignity an identity. It starts with us son. We are to spread that love to everyone, step by step. And it’s the tiniest of things that makes a difference.”

He took out his wallet from his pocket to take out his bus ticket. To his surprise, he found a cardboard there, it read “Thank you again. I certainly got no money to give you but the best thing I can give you is a warm hug. Thank you so much.”

He smiled and put it back inside his pocket and took a seat in the bus. He now knows where to find God.

Love. That’s where God is.