Merry, merry Christmas

Merry Christmas guys!

What are you wonderful people doing today to celebrate Christmas?

Here, at home, we’ve just had a lovely dinner, cooked by me and dad, but other than that, not much has happened. In fact, Christmas Day feels very much like every other day – there are no Christmas trees, no Christmas lights, no neatly wrapped Christmas gifts with fancy bows on top…

Christmas for me this year certainly isn’t grand or spectacular in any way, and perhaps, neither is yours. But just because Christmas doesn’t look special, does not mean that it can’t be special.

Don’t let that empty space where the Christmas tree should have been, dampen your spirits. Don’t let that empty chair at the dinner table, fill your thoughts with bitter if only’s. Don’t let that empty feeling in your heart, drain you of your laughter and your joy.

Choose to fill the emptiness instead. You don’t just deserve a full stomach; you also deserve a full heart – one brimming with plenty of love and plenty of warmth.


All it takes is a little faith

I’ve always been an extremely private person, and it’s very rare that I tell others personal things about myself. I’ve always felt like revealing those ‘fragile’ parts of myself would be a little like stripping myself bare and running naked along public streets, with the scornful eyes of the world shunning me just because I chose to be me.

I guess, in a way, I’ve always been scared – terrified, actually – of the judgements made by others. Sure, I could laugh off snarky comments and rude remarks because I knew that the people who uttered those mean words didn’t know the real me anyway – but I was afraid, so afraid of showing anything beneath the surface, because what if they did know the real me and still made those snide comments? What if the real me simply isn’t good enough for this world?

Today, after attending a Christmas party at an Anglican Church, I realised that I’ve been staring at the answers to my questions and doubts this whole time.

It’s Christmas Eve – the night before Jesus was born; the night where all Mary, Joseph and the shepherds needed was a little faith and a little hope – a little reminder from God and the angels: do not be afraid.

I am not a religious person, but I do believe in having a little faith and a little hope in yourself. Never fear the thought of being your whole selves – fragile parts included. If the world shuns you just because you chose to be yourself, then it’s the world’s loss because it is the one who missed the chance of getting to know a truly remarkable and utterly breathtaking person that is you.

Listen to what the angels told the shepherds: do not be afraid. Do not be afraid that the real you isn’t good enough (you most definitely are good enough!). Do not be afraid of stripping yourself bare (metaphorically – won’t want you catching a cold 😛 ), because the real you is beautiful in every crack and fissure.

That is what I’ve learnt – all it takes is a little faith. Not just in yourself, but in others as well – faith that others will accept, love and embrace the real you (they would be stupid not to!).

So, have a little faith. You will be amazed.