What’s left

We waited for so long that the planet died, and we were still waiting for the right words to come.

Inspired by the WordPress prompt Waiting


Question and Weird Answer #1

WELCOME! This is where you give an unconventional answer to the 3 questions I present you with below: a bit of fun, a bit of creativity, and I want to get to know you a little more!

(Leave a comment below with your answers… if you don’t have WordPress, just insert your email address in and you’re good to go and comment… or create your own post… whichever you prefer ūüôā )

1. What wakes you up in the morning?

The frustration of needing to finish off the work I didn’t finish off yesterday as well as¬†the work I have planned for the day. But more importantly (sometimes this thought is salienced, sometimes backgrounded, depending on whether it’s a good day or a bad one), the thought that this is it, I am living my life right now, so I might as well get my bum out of bed,¬†go out and do something with it: change something for the better and live the day the way deserves to be lived.

2. What is your favourite compound word?

I’m going to be a little sneaky and pick an (old?) Anglo-Saxon¬†one (if you’re wondering why Anglo-Saxon, it’s because I’m attempting to learn Old English).

“woruld-candel” which literally translates into “world-candle” and means “sun”.¬†It just struck me how pretty it is to see the sun as a candle lighting up the world, rather than as a hot glaring ball of fire.

3. What is your favourite video at this exact moment in time?

I just had to ask this one because I¬†am currently OBSESSED with YouTube(rs). Here’s one that I thought was so aesthetically beautiful and I loved the background music and the whole video was basically like Instagram in motion:

Now your turn! Answer the above three questions. For all you Grease¬†fans¬†out there, tell me more, tell me more…

Who I am and why I’m here

People always tell me that you are who you want to be, and while I understand the wisdom of those words, I find them inapplicable to me because the truth is, I’m not even close to figure out who it is that I want to be yet. Rather, I’m a little like that artist holding an empty palette – still experimenting with different colours, still discovering new colours, still trying to pick out the colours I want to paint my life with.

But there’s one thing about myself that I’ve always known, and it is that I love writing. Even at the tender age of seven, I was attempting to write novels, not because I wanted to get published and become a famous author, but because I relished stories and the beautiful construction of words – I would think that it must be pure magic how they could transport me to another time, another world, another life, all while I was still sitting inside my tiny, ordinary bedroom! So I figured, as a child, that by writing, I was somehow working magic.

To this day, there’s still a part of me that believes words to be magic, because how else can we explain their capacity to open minds and move hearts to tears? How else can we explain their potential to inspire and change the very meaning of this world?

So who I am? I’m still not sure yet, but what I am sure of is that writing is a huge part of whoever that person is. And that’s why I’m here; to write. To share with all you lovely readers, what I love best, in the best way possible – through words; my paintbrush. My magic.

Here you stand, battered but not defeated

The things some people say to you – most of the time, they don’t mean it at all;¬†sometimes,¬†they actually mean well…¬†and that should make¬†their words harmless, right?

Yet you wonder, if their words are so harmless, then why do they still hurt as much as they do? And why are you just standing there, taking every hit as it comes? Why are you letting every word slam you right across your chest, right across your heart?

Why aren’t you running? Why aren’t you dodging?

Deep down, you know why.

Deep down, you know¬†that if you hold your ground – if you can just¬†show those words that they can’t break your strength even though they’re¬†smashing your heart to splinters – then it proves that you’re not weak.¬†It proves that you’re not broken – not now, not ever.¬†It proves that you’re not afraid to fall down. It proves that even if you do fall down, even if you are battered and bruised, you aren’t defeated, because¬†you will always have the strength to stand right back up again.

It’s not valour that stops you from running away –¬†it’s pride. It’s that piece of dignity you hold onto ever so tightly. It’s fear of losing that dignity.

And how ironic, you think, that you’re holding your ground out of fear.¬†Maybe fear and courage are not so different after all.