A handshake means endless possibilities.
It's a sign of hope. And a chance to learn.
The beauty of meeting people from all walks of life, is that there is always something you may learn.
Everyone is special, in their own way. Their thoughts, perceptions, values and the way they lead their lives.
The impact that they leave on you when the conversation ends.
And when you're being reminded of the things that you have forgotten in pursuit of other things in life.
But the second handshake with the same person brings a whole different meaning.
One of it, may be that you will never see them again.
So what is left with you is that piece of wisdom that he or she has passed on to you, and it entirely lies on you to remember that piece of information in which you may or may not be able to see the value of one day. Perhaps what he has said makes no sense to you now, but some time in the future, perhaps it would.
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It's funny how life takes it's unexpected turn.
They say that every day is a day of endless possibilities; endless surprises.
One surprise came knocking on my door recently.
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It was a long time ago.
A vague memory. I can only recall fragments of it. It was through the eyes of a Standard 6 girl, small in size, almost paper white, as innocent as she could be. A very long time ago.
It was a boy that caught her eye.
Those set of eyes, and that friendly smile. And that tan skin. She was in a choir. That was when she first met him.
Her very first crush.
The last time she ever saw him was in the hotel where they stayed as a group. International Hotel. It was a whole big group. She never got to say goodbye.
Some very long 11 years later, she was walking down the hallway of her office when someone caught her eye. She smiles at a person, who seemed so familiar, probably from a far away dream.
The memory lingered somewhere in her head...until she saw those eyes again. It was the same set of eyes, from that long ago dream.
There he was, sitting on the sofa.
It was him, she was certain.
She went to the listing. It was his name on it.
It's funny how life takes a turn and looks back at you in the eye. Suddenly I feel like a child again, recalling all the fuzzy feelings I used to have, with all those funny thoughts as a kid.
But I don't suppose he remembers me. Maybe he did, maybe not. But things are different now. I didn't see the need to start a conversation. Some things are best left the way they were.
We were just on a crossroad again, me on one side of the street and he on the other. My childhood crush.
And so I walked away. With a smile on my face.
Happy to have had a glimpse of him again. =)
It's a sign of hope. And a chance to learn.
The beauty of meeting people from all walks of life, is that there is always something you may learn.
Everyone is special, in their own way. Their thoughts, perceptions, values and the way they lead their lives.
The impact that they leave on you when the conversation ends.
And when you're being reminded of the things that you have forgotten in pursuit of other things in life.
But the second handshake with the same person brings a whole different meaning.
One of it, may be that you will never see them again.
So what is left with you is that piece of wisdom that he or she has passed on to you, and it entirely lies on you to remember that piece of information in which you may or may not be able to see the value of one day. Perhaps what he has said makes no sense to you now, but some time in the future, perhaps it would.
************************************************
It's funny how life takes it's unexpected turn.
They say that every day is a day of endless possibilities; endless surprises.
One surprise came knocking on my door recently.
***********************************************
It was a long time ago.
A vague memory. I can only recall fragments of it. It was through the eyes of a Standard 6 girl, small in size, almost paper white, as innocent as she could be. A very long time ago.
It was a boy that caught her eye.
Those set of eyes, and that friendly smile. And that tan skin. She was in a choir. That was when she first met him.
Her very first crush.
The last time she ever saw him was in the hotel where they stayed as a group. International Hotel. It was a whole big group. She never got to say goodbye.
Some very long 11 years later, she was walking down the hallway of her office when someone caught her eye. She smiles at a person, who seemed so familiar, probably from a far away dream.
The memory lingered somewhere in her head...until she saw those eyes again. It was the same set of eyes, from that long ago dream.
There he was, sitting on the sofa.
It was him, she was certain.
She went to the listing. It was his name on it.
It's funny how life takes a turn and looks back at you in the eye. Suddenly I feel like a child again, recalling all the fuzzy feelings I used to have, with all those funny thoughts as a kid.
But I don't suppose he remembers me. Maybe he did, maybe not. But things are different now. I didn't see the need to start a conversation. Some things are best left the way they were.
We were just on a crossroad again, me on one side of the street and he on the other. My childhood crush.
And so I walked away. With a smile on my face.
Happy to have had a glimpse of him again. =)
lotsa love.
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