Moderation.

There are things in life that need to be done in moderation.

Like;

Talking when you have nothing good to day.

Laughing at pointless things because you can.

Eating excessively.

Ice-cream.

And the list goes on. Endlessly.


BUT;

I am not one to do things in moderation. I overdo things and I do it all excessively. I don't know how to reign this beast within. And for those out there who face this similar "problem", the stigma most moderate people in society would use to define us, shouldn't be ashamed of this.

It's because we behave this way that most people in our circles are impacted and we are remembered. Bad or good, you still leave an impression. It baffles me how most of us tend to shrink ourselves down just so others may not feel bothered or annoyed or overwhelmed by our presence.

Live your life how you want to live it. Cliched words of advice but its usually those simple one liners which we may always find hard to follow.

Good day to you.

~xoxo,moumou~

The Bicycle Boy.

Today, as I drove comfortably in my car, I watched a little boy paddle his bicycle up a slight hill. He looked like he was barely 9 years old, dressed in shabby clothing and mismatched slippers. Mind you, I was driving rather slowly, captivated by this random everyday happening.

All of a sudden, he must have bumped on something for the next thing I knew, he fell of his bike face first on the ground. At that very moment, I felt like stopping the car and getting out to give some assistance to this little boy. But instead I stayed in the comfort of my car, watching him get back up and continued paddling.

I watched him paddle and paddle from the review mirror, and somehow this little incident moved my heart. I had a rather sheltered and comfortable childhood. Never having to go anywhere without the comfort of being driven in a car by my parents or older siblings.

I then wondered how many more children in KK had to endure the same fate as this bicycle boy. If he did it for leisure, then all I can say is he better be more careful whilst riding his bicycle by a busy roadside. But if he did it only because he couldn't have the same comforts as I did as a child, then my heart goes out to him and those like him.

And then I found myself walking back to my car after meeting up with friends. Two little boys were talking in front of me about which kind of security men did they like the most, the ones who wear blue or those who wore white. They talked about how they aspired to be like them one day when they're older. Cutest. Conversation. Ever.

I then said a silent prayer, hoping that my prayers would be answered seeing that is it Lent, and asked God if he could somehow show enough mercy to these children who are deprived of love and attention from those who brought them into this world.

To present to them opportunities to get themselves a better life. To help them realize that their worth more than whatever the society and the naysayers say they do. To be brave enough to dream big and to want more for themselves but at the same time realizing the worth of hard work and determination.

I'm lucky to have had the guidance of my father, who never stopped believing in me and who still believes I could be more than what I am now. I'm lucky to have a mother who nags at me every time I slack or do not reach my full potential. I'm lucky to have siblings to keep me grounded and level-headed. I'm lucky to be surrounded by hard-working friends that inspire me to dream big and work harder.

But luck is defined as a force that brings good fortune, so instead I am actually blessed.

Enjoy the little things in life, for it is those exact things that shape our lives.

Good day to you, friend.

~xoxo,moumou~