hello.. hello? Who's there?
.... Hello... It's me!
Yes?
I called to say I'm sorry.
Sorry? What are you sorry about now?
I'm sorry I don't listen to you. I'm sorry I'm very rude to you. I know you have given me a lot. My life is perfect because of you. Yet sometimes it's not enough. When I realise that i become angry. Somehow you become my victim. Because when you say something you are always right. And I hate that. Truth is often bitter.
I'm sorry too. I'm sorry for enlightening you about the bitterness of this life. I often wish I could camouflage you from life's arrows. To protect you from its disappointments. But I fail. Simply because you don't understand my warnings. You only realise it after you experience your mistakes. There is no perfection. You need to accept that.
I don't know. I still hope to find it, one day.
If you find that perfect happiness, I'd be the happiest person in the world. I'd be happy for your happiness.
I know that. You were right you know. In fact you're always right. If I had listened to you half my miseries would be non existent.
Sometimes experience becomes your best teacher. Remember to keep every lesson learned as life's precious teachings.
Perhaps but to think that I could have spared myself some misery. Sigh!
Don't waste time on regrets. Be thankful for what we have. Thank God for giving us eyes that could see, ears that can hear, legs that can walk, hands that can work and mouth that can speak. Use it well. With this we can do anything in this world. Just remember before you leap, look! Remember the reaction which might follow your action. If you do this life will be swell.
I hope I can do that. I really wish you are not hurt by me. By my words.
No, I'm not hurt. I have renounced some of life's pleasures. I believe by doing this I have become immune to many ill attacks. There is not much out there which can harm me in any way. I do get tired though but I try my best to pick myself up and be on standby mode. In case, you need me. And I will always wish you well. Simply because I get afraid that my tears might harm you.
I know that. Thank you Amma. For not saying, "I told you so, or serve you right!" It would have made my life more miserable.
I do believe you have your own pain and pleasure. It is your experience. I can advise you but it is your life that you live. I don't live yours and you don't live mine. My little hope that you don't get hurt too much.
.... Hello... It's me!
Yes?
I called to say I'm sorry.
Sorry? What are you sorry about now?
I'm sorry I don't listen to you. I'm sorry I'm very rude to you. I know you have given me a lot. My life is perfect because of you. Yet sometimes it's not enough. When I realise that i become angry. Somehow you become my victim. Because when you say something you are always right. And I hate that. Truth is often bitter.
I'm sorry too. I'm sorry for enlightening you about the bitterness of this life. I often wish I could camouflage you from life's arrows. To protect you from its disappointments. But I fail. Simply because you don't understand my warnings. You only realise it after you experience your mistakes. There is no perfection. You need to accept that.
I don't know. I still hope to find it, one day.
If you find that perfect happiness, I'd be the happiest person in the world. I'd be happy for your happiness.
I know that. You were right you know. In fact you're always right. If I had listened to you half my miseries would be non existent.
Sometimes experience becomes your best teacher. Remember to keep every lesson learned as life's precious teachings.
Perhaps but to think that I could have spared myself some misery. Sigh!
Don't waste time on regrets. Be thankful for what we have. Thank God for giving us eyes that could see, ears that can hear, legs that can walk, hands that can work and mouth that can speak. Use it well. With this we can do anything in this world. Just remember before you leap, look! Remember the reaction which might follow your action. If you do this life will be swell.
I hope I can do that. I really wish you are not hurt by me. By my words.
No, I'm not hurt. I have renounced some of life's pleasures. I believe by doing this I have become immune to many ill attacks. There is not much out there which can harm me in any way. I do get tired though but I try my best to pick myself up and be on standby mode. In case, you need me. And I will always wish you well. Simply because I get afraid that my tears might harm you.
I know that. Thank you Amma. For not saying, "I told you so, or serve you right!" It would have made my life more miserable.
I do believe you have your own pain and pleasure. It is your experience. I can advise you but it is your life that you live. I don't live yours and you don't live mine. My little hope that you don't get hurt too much.