Rekindle Kindness

"If you think hell is the scariest place, you are wrong"

Not everyone agrees or sees things like you do. Everyone is different. Thus it seems reasonable when people start asking me about me finally dipping in the working life culture so soon after thesis submission. Peer influence is a scary thing, especially when you are in a minority group among them and thoughts voiced out wasn't that firm yet. However, lucky that the thoughts started to grow it's base day after day and voila, shaken but not diverted.

The learning process and new environment brightens me up everyday. Everyday, there's a reason. To be frank, the toughest was not about insufficient technical knowledge or mistakes done. The toughest of all is the knowledge and art of dealing with people. By people, I mean all sorts of people, with different personalities, just like a few palettes of colors, 36 isn't a big number to describe then.


Grateful is the word to use whenever coincidentally bumped into some kind souls. Smile is the best present to give to a stranger. By consistently contributing a smile which will not cost you any penny, soon to realize that the contribution of daily smiles will develop confidence in between. Next, a conversation will begin. Going further on, friends. Wishing others well or a short conversation about their day sounds great to me. This is the best daily kindness received.


However, there are still people that don't know about the art of communication. Some people are stubborn, verbally strong that you don't even feel like continuing the conversation. Some joke across the boundaries easily and are not accepting and personally thinking that the worse is one that wants one to change according to their thoughts. I met people that talk with a sarcasm tone and, loud voice when someone is being polite and not harmful. Oh, did I also missed out inconsiderate, ignorant people as well?


Why.


'Why' came across my mind almost a zillion times per day, asking myself why are they doing so, why did they act in such way, why did they have such thoughts, whys.


Now you might have wonder how perfect I am to comment on other's act and how they think. No I am not. I literally just wonder about that when they act or messages conveyed goes different and classified unclassified. Like a saying goes, "age does not define maturity", which cannot be agreed more.


Generally speaking, the do's and don'ts of communication art are usually violated by people. What is being concerned is that the kindness that people are spreading or giving is gradually depleting, like the ozone layer. One day we might all just die when there is no kindness left because of the ultraviolet rays.


A book once written that anger eats up your cells. Malignant or not. It is hard to be angry at someone and to publicly confront them in an angry way. Anger makes someone lose their temper and consciousness as well. That is why people do silly things when they are off tempered. They shout, performed martial arts, trash around and more. At a lower level, some tries hard to make you look bad. In any way, they will try to pull you down. Sarcasm. The commonly seen used method.


Why people would want to make their day and other's miserable.


Are you the reason of your own bad day.

Are you the reason of other's bad day.
These two questions are literally the questions to ask.


Do not let the minority change the world. Let us be the majorities and grow our force. Pull them in.


Kindness won't cost you anything.

It is an investment that will give you something precious as day goes by.


Like how Ellen says,

Be kind to one another.

C'est l'heure -It's time

"I was once being dragged away by time, fortuitously escaped from the pool of foolishness, before drowning myself together with my dreams."

I have never expected myself taking a long time to decisively starting writing again.
52 months of writing goof-offs. It feels relatively like quitting vape.
Or even, stop biting nails which is then a habit a decade ago.
The end of the protracted displeasing writing break is here.
C'est l'heure. It's time. The change starts today.

I have always thought that reality and imagination are poles apart. No.
It's my imagination from yesterday and today.
Recklessly making it effortless to do a turn by trivial influences.
Awaken by the dubious future where gaudy imaginations are at stake.
Striking it rich, piled myself out from the chaotic tangled mess.
C'est l'heure. Once, twice but not thrice.

Time has passed, have you gone wiser?
'The same', are you not demanding yourself to stride?
The comfort zone, is where people should have cold feet at.
It is an intimidating point of life where people are reluctant and wary of ambiguous possibilities ahead.
That, they'll square out their own spot to snug.
The audacity to footfall on where leads you, out of your own square box, destination is just across the street you'll see.
C'est l'heure. Are you bold enough to give a strike.

C'est l'heure.
Dreams fade off only at our own intentions.
Be sluggish, be sturdy, keep it in force.
To cease, not in your life, not in any way, at no time.
A thou-shalt-not be drunk in vanity.
Screaming halt at seduction of life, to not deviate your dreams.

I'm back.
C'est l'heure.  //It's time.
Il est temps de faire un changement.  //It's time to make a change.
Ce n'est jamais trop tard.  //It's never too late.
Do not let time eat up our dreams.