They say.. you marry the person that you love.
But we often run for the high hills the moment we fall out of love.
Every road block, detour or challenge makes us pause and ponder if the person’s
However we define what “one” is.
People often say that it’s easy to fall out of love. We forget the good in who we chose and instead, seek to see someone’s better.
We forget the person behind the love haze.
When the dust settles, it wipes away the imprint of good memories.
We forget growth, potential, commitment and love.
We don’t strive to choose to love the person we marry.
We are indeed so vulnerable to our own self entitlement.
So this 2017,
I’m committed to:
- Not be too scared of Mr Law. The flight response is very real to the slightest shift in dynamics. I’m not gonna be a trigger happy zuji.com girl anymore
- To write my gratitudes every single day and never go to bed unhappy or hopeless.
- To pray to God everyday to never leave me to myself. To have Him guide and protect us.
I’m praying everyday for the strength, courage and super glue to always fix and choose to stay. Through whatever, InsyAllah.
P.S Mr Law,
if when you read this, can you not be so fierce? I scared!
At Aisyah’s wedding, she allowed her guests to bring home some of her fresh flowers! Me and Begs surged towards them like our lives depended on it.
I brought the lilies to hall and I absolutely loved looking at them. I guess that’s when I started thinking of NTU as home too.. But Yew Tee will always be home, even when my parents kick me out for being a nuisance I’ll still come back! Store room pon store room la.. #clingydaughter
Anyway, the lilies met with their (untimely; according to him. i disagree) death, and I still kept them even when Mr Law insisted that it’s becoming a breeding ground for mosquitoes. #ish #spoiler Threw them away with a heavy heart.
On the way back to hall one day, I saw a beam of Sunshine shining bright outside NTUC. Sunflowers guys sunflowers!
I started reading on horticulture and seeds and even bought chicken dung as fertiliser (don’t tell him) It’s so happy here at home guys! See see!
Cheers to happy flowe…
I don’t want to have green fingers anymore. It’s too depressing.
Even when I’m stuck in a conundrum of “do I really want this” and ” this is not what I have always wanted”,
I rise each day knowing that it’ll be ok.
Challenges in life come in different forms.
Hard is not relative. Hard is hard.
Who are you to say that your job insecurities is harder then the little girl who just lost her favoured doll.
That your hard is harder then the parent who can’t put food on the table
or those children trapped in Aleppo.
Or that the difficulties of a father balancing his studies, work and his family is greater than that of a wife telling her husband of 25 years that she is leaving.
There is no comparative to hard.
Hard is hard.
Hard times remind us to always be grateful for the good. Hard times reminds us to always have faith.
When you connect with someone on such a level that you feel for them,
the physical weight of their hard days dawn on you like a thud in your gut,
you pray for them.
For may God ease their burden and guide them.
You pray for you.
For the wisdom, the courage and strength to deal with their hard with an open heart.