As tough as... Candy Floss

Life's bumpy speed bumps and the big bad world creates the need to be as strong as the next obstacle. The funny thing is, sometimes no matter how hard we try, the little things wear us down. When I was little, I looked through brown innocent eyes at the grown ups around me. My heroes. I thought that it was impossible for a black cloud to snatch their joy because they were too strong, too bold and too tough. When life seemed too heavy to carry, I saw the cracks they believed were cemented closed.

As the years aged away in my life, I began searching for answers. It seemed that the impossible would be breached if my heroes could not handle the big "life". Tears fell from green eyes, brown and black eyes. Impossible. I thought everyone always HAD to be TOUGH. No time to take a break- the little insecurities, losses and missed opportunities were not supposed to be bigger than us to break us down. It turns out that through those brown innocent eyes, I was wrong.

How could I have missed it? At most, in some small way, we are as TOUGH as Candy Floss. We are sweet at our very core. As soft as touchable pink. And as melt-in-the-mouth we all crumble- at some point. Candy Floss gives one that feel-good feeling of being a playable child with sticky hands and the notion that beyond the sky- there is no limit. Like Candy Floss, when it has endured too much of the heat and being trapped in its bag, we shrink without our permission. The need to re-boost, to re-charge and to begin again becomes a certainty.

Being as tough as Candy Floss, seems like to weak of a comparison to award the heroes in my life. However, if they had been as "tough as nails" or "as strong as super glue", I would not have learnt that life can push one beyond one's extreme and when that happens, even if one falls one has to get up again, try again, be brave again.

My heroes have woven what I believe became the steel material that keeps a building from falling as the bases for my life ahead. Being as strong as "whatever" turns out not to be worthwhile enough. Searching and holding on to what makes you "as strong as" defines your strength to endure, to challenge and to participate in your own life. How cool is that?

Did I just say that?

Individual letters pasted together form words. Words then in turn strung together form sentences. Sentences attempt to form meaning- depending upon who the speaker or writer is.

Observing the mouthpiece of different people can really allow one to just marvel at the words and the lack of thought behind the meaning of the words set into the the very air that other people breathe in. These thoughtless words sometimes coated with hurt and discrimination, lets the other individual back away from the company that set it into motion in the first place.

Who has given each individual the right to speak what is on their minds, regardless of the explosive impact it has on another's life? Freedom of speech gives us all a sense of security that the right for what is right will always be protected. But shouldn't there be some invisible boundary that curbs hate speech? Shouldn't there be colourful flashing lights which stop us from breaking each other down?

Friends. An interesting idea, a dream that we all seek so dearly to acquire. Even these individuals who we hold in high regard have the very power to bring our world to its knees. Why is that? Why should we feel that these dear friends can sting us with words passed between us? That words passed for healing can work against us at some point.

Perhaps there are individuals who exist out there, who protect us as human beings, who are compassionate towards our struggles. Even with their existence, their examples should be shadowed and projected to the greater world. Words acting against colour should be banished and forgotten. Our nations should, at this point, be mature enough to be more accepting. We are all the Same. One Word. EQUAL.

If only more one-word words filled with POSITIVITY can take flight into the air and sail like a kite across the world. And if these words can be transformed into action, a revolution of kindness can begin to heal our world.

We all have it within our voices to change each other's lives, how we do that lies solely in how we craft our words and our meaning behind it. From positive words to positive action is ultimately the end goal.

Remembrance.. .

Scanning through life's memory box is like lifting each memory towards the sun's gaze, allowing the colours of the rainbow to reflect through them. With each colour that is reflected, our mood alters. Today, I reflect on those colours which shaded black tears to drip down my face. Those times when my heart seemed too heavy to carry on. Those times when the shear existence that, at some point, the sun must shine after the rain. This moment is dedicated to those stormy hours, minutes and seconds. At times, these moments seemed to threaten the very existence of my being and yet at the back of my mind, one thought sifts. Sifts. Persists. The God of all existence, of the heavens and the earth would not have brought me to the event if I was too weak not to overcome it.

Sitting in a room surrounded by people airing their thoughts sometimes hinders the words I would like to express. So many mouths complain about life's inconveniences and yet those aired thoughts pay no attention to those suffering more. Today my mind pays a tribute to those who are suffering, to those whom we've lost along life's winding road. And to my brothers and sister who found their angel wings too soon.

Standing at the threshold of new adventures kind of makes one look back and reminisce. Today, I think about my colourful childhood- sometimes one colour painted my hours too long- black. The thing about remembering though is you learn from what passed before- you learn that some things are way too important not to hold on tighter. I've learned that the very treasure in my life is living breath of those closest to me- for that I'm truly grateful.

Speed bumps on life's road serves to slow us down so that we can stop and enjoy the scenery. The sun MUST shine after the rain. Today I wanted to remember inner strength, faith and the helping hand of all the universe. Today. Tomorrow. And always life will be great... if we choose it. Reflecting merely serves as a tool to enhance our future.

Those thinking moments

Ever have those moments that even long after it has expired, you still end up pondering about it? Sifting through it just to make sense of it? Moments which, at times, seem to make your lips curl into a smile or make your eyes glisten and break out the waterworks...?

Well, this is an introduction to those thoughts, those moments which pull at the different heart strings which play the tune to which our lives beats to.

Sometimes various happenings in our 24- hour day pushes us to our limits and even beyond- just to see how much longer we can stay afloat. At the end of it all as long as we are still breathing- the world is at peace. Even if that is ALL that we can offer, our very breathing, we've made it through the day- EVEN if it is just to wake up the next day and trudge through it all again- we have won.

Then, we have those cringing moments where below the ground doesn't seem like a far enough place to hide. Yes, we have those moments when we get our elbows caught in our mouths, the moments when we wished an invisible band would have plastered itself over our mouthpieces...

Moments come and moments go- the best of those- are yet to come!

Sifting through these thoughts has begun, like placing each thought into its own colour box and labelling it accordingly. As each thought is sifted through, a sharper sense of awareness is born.

Welcome to an exploration of the imaginative imagination and an awesome journey of eventful moments that will paint the scene of insightful thoughts.