The Story of A Young Girl and Her Plant

It is the end of the school year, a teacher gave her class of students each a pot filled with soil and seed.

“Each of you is unique and special. I have given you each a pot with a seed in it. Each pot represents each one of you. Please look after the plant and grow up like the plant”, said the teacher.

The students got very excited, all of them wondered what kind of plant that the teacher has given them. Many of them did their best to look after the plant during the school holidays.

As days passes, the plant started to sprout. One leaf, two leafs. It is growing!

Litte Debby is one of the students. She is not exactly the brightest of her class but also not the bottom of her class. She has a big heart in helping her friends and teachers. Not a popular girl but has a healthy circle of friends. In short, she is a simple regular girl.

Everyday she would compare the plant’s progress with other kids in the neighbourhood. Many of them mentioned that their plants started to flower. There were all kinds of colored flowers. Red, yellow, pink, purple.

Little Debby listened to the updates with great interests. She often wondered what color of her flower would it be. Right now, there is no sign of any flowers yet and the plant looks healthy.

She would make sure her plant get watered and put under the sun every day.

Time passes, the interest on the teacher’s pot has died down. Many children have stopped sharing their updates. Many of them have even stopped taking care of their plants.

Not little Debby, every morning she would check her plant. Still no flower. Every night, she goes to bed telling herself, maybe tomorrow there will be flower.

Time passes. Still no flower. Little Debby could not take it anymore. She put her plan on the kitchen table and started the cry.

Little Debby’s mom heard Debby crying and came into the kitchen.

“What’s wrong? Debby”, ask the mother.

Little Debby cried even harder, “I did my best to look after the plant that teacher gave me, there is no flower. Other children’s plant has flowers. This is so unfair!”

Debby’s mother take a good look at the plant. After some thoughts, she smiled and said:

“I think we better ask dad to move your plant into a hole outside in our garden soon.”

Wiping tears from her eyes, little Debby ask, “Why? By putting it into a hole outside the house will it flower?”

Ever gentle and loving, Debby’s mother touches Debby’s cheek, “No. Your plant will not have any flowers. Instead, it will grow into a big tree.”

Thoughts to ponder: Not everyone will blossom like a flower. All of us are in an ecosystem called Society. We may not be rich or famous. But we can be a big tree providing shade and support for others.

A 15 USD Gadget That Owns My Life

I have an 18 USD fitness band. It is probably the cheapest in the market.

My friends told me that I should not aim for such cheap brands as the readings is not accurate. I do not mind as I am just using the device as a guide to my daily activities and sleep.

This “guide” has taken over my life. At night as late as 11Pm, I would get into my running gear and go for a run.  The tracker says I have not reached the day’s target and I have to hit my target. Right now I am on my 10 days streak. The longest was 49 days.

Will it kill me if I miss a day or two? Of course not. Yet, I would feel horrible if I miss the day’s target or the streak has been broken.

I have let things that I own owns me.

I do not mind giving up a little bit of freedom to stay fit and healthy. Where do we draw the line? How do we know we have become the slaves to the things that we own?

Is happiness a good guide? Possibly not. I remember the excitement when my band arrived. I remember how good I felt when I wear it. I was happy! The happiness did not last long as the band quickly become part of my life.

Dig deep within yourself, is there anything that you think you cannot live without? Are you a slave to it? Things that we own should not own us.

This post is not about giving up everything and live like a monk. Rather, it is a self-reflection on how much freedom we are willing to give up on things that we want to have.

As for my band, I could have just taken it off. Yet, I can’t. At least not now….

Life Is Perfect But It is Not What You Think

I hate my job.

I am overweight

My husband is cheating on me

My kids will not listen to me

My country’s leader has low IQ.

Complaints. Complaints. Complaints. We hear a lot of complaints every day. We have also grumbled and made our share of complaints too. Our life should be perfect!

I enjoy trail walking. Getting onto trails helps me to recharge and let the stress of life bleed away. I always tell my family and friends, mother nature is perfect.

Broken branches and crooked tree trunk, perfect! Yellow tree leafs and long tall grasses, wonderful. Uneven lined of trees and fallen trees, beautiful. In fact, the jungle is a chaotic and a messy place. Yet, we all see its beauty through its chaos. fect. We meant to have problems. We meant to have issues. We meant to have challenges.

Marcus Aurelius, once the most powerful person in his time as the  Roman Emperor. He too suffers from the challenges of life.  If he too faces life’s challenge, who are we to deny our own challenges?

Everything that happens happens as it should, and if you observe carefully, you will find this to be so.
~Marcus Aurelius~

Life is perfect. Life is meant to have frustrations and challenges. Live life and accept life.