unwise to assume
there’s soda in the teacup
drum’s my possession
unwise to assume
For the first time in 32 years, I looked forward to my birthday.Read More
“I love reading.”
That’s one of the biggest lies I ever told in my lifetime, before the last two years happened. I guess it fit into the fact that I was not a sporty guy so I had to assume the opposite stereotype, the nerdy guy who loves to read. But aside from famous novel series such as J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter and Rick Riordan’s Percy Jackson, a couple of Paulo Coelho’s novels, great classics from Mark Twain and Johanna Spyri, and a few odd selection here and there, I didn’t really love reading.
You wouldn’t find me going into book stores at least once every week to buy at least one book. You wouldn’t see my lips curve into a big smile at the sight of a Kindle sale. You wouldn’t see red lines and highlights on any of my books. You wouldn’t see a “Yeah I read that already” look on my face upon encountering a book mention in another book while reading it. I know I didn’t really love reading then because I love reading now.Read More
Every word and every sentence brought forth more emotion. There in the cold office pantry, what used to just be a children story for him was quickly turning into something else, a reflection and a revelation of a life that wasn't easy to travel. The vulnerability of the ugly duckling he felt as if he was the little creature himself, whose sadness was brought about by the imperative need to belong. Why don't I belong? Why am I different? he thought. It's because I'm so ugly! he and the ugly duckling cried in unison. Tears slowly trickled down his cheeks.
You don't understand me, the ugly duckling protested. The man nodded. Understand. That one word burst the balloon that had been swelling in his heart for many years. All his life, he had lived with some unexplained loneliness: he didn't share the same interests with most of his peers, couldn't relate well to others for some reason, and, at times, viewed the world oddly. He carried on with the story just like he did all his life, trudging on, hoping, wishing, and dreaming for some salvaging light to show him the way and answer his questions.Read More