Our Foes Are Not Exactly Our Enemies .....

Quote from Marina Mahathir,

“The weirdest of all is that, more often than not, the biggest threat comes from their own people and people they think of as friends.”

Friends can be the greatest foes. It’s heartbreaking to think that without even having to tighten one’s fist or challenge one’s muscle against the others, friends are capable foes in our lives. It’s surprising to learn that without spoken words or fistful gestures, friends can chase away the halos in friendships.

Hence who are truly friends? Real friends are actually our enemies. People who hurt us, people who teach us the lessons we ought to learn in life through the hardest ways, people who seem to love us less than others do, people who critic us for who we are and what we are, people who isolate us just because we are adamant to stand on our grounds, people who push our patience to the limits, people who sneer and jeer at us for our mistakes or victories and people who we always think are against us.

They are our friends, really they are because through them, we learnt the values of life, we learnt to stay sane when our minds are almost shot away from erupting, we learnt to think with our brains than with our hearts in the heat of defending our rights, we learnt to be mature beyond our inner adolescent thinking and give off mature reactions, we learnt to wake up the sleeping intellectual giants within ourselves so we can think logically, we learnt to Armour ourselves against their unjust speculations with miracle hard works to prove them wrong by letting time be our defences, we learnt to become the best self-believers and strive to attain the goals and targets that they think are not made for us to achieve, we learnt to accept our weaknesses and admit that we are not perfect and refine ourselves so that we have better personalities, we learnt to be self-reliance because we are made to realize that we need to take ownership of our lives and we learnt that isolation means time for us to weigh the possibilities, causes and reasons of our doings and decide if reformation are much needed.

Just some word to share,

“In life, God doesn’t give you the people you want,
instead He gives you the people you need.

To teach you,
To hurt you,
To love you
and
To make you exactly the way you should be.”


I am,

Tyro

For My Thoughts Are Not Your Thoughts .......

“For My Thoughts Are Not Your Thoughts,
Neither Are Your Ways,
My Ways.”

Old Testament


We are created by God, whether yours or mine, that doesn’t really matter. But as humans, we share the same universal values and one of them is honesty.

Admit that honesty is the best policy in life? Admit that we need honesty to assure ourselves that at least there are some missing pieces of innocence still lies within us? Admit that honesty is part of one personal well-being and to lose that at times, makes us feel totally less comfortable and wronged? Admit that any kind of bonding be it, personal or mutual, should not outbound the meaning of honesty?

But in reality, one will have come to realize that often in this human rat-race, honesty will comes in the later part of the race. Honesty is an exception when it comes to mutual bonding. Honesty is left unprotected by the sly hearts. Is one right to say that these are the practice of the human devils that advocate this unjust hell of the world?

One would be smirking a sarcasm smile while the other will be wondering why, defending honesty, as the best policy is not easy. One will not adapt to the flow, because one’s nurturing heart is less sly than the other. People may say, this world is a rat-race play your game, lay your cards well and be smart one at concealing the truth and go with the flow and put whatever at stake if you could even the honest truth.

When one is a true believer in self-reliance, what is so difficult about being honest, after all honesty is should be the first chapter in anyone’s book of wisdom. Others may say one is innocent to think so, well oh well, when after walking this path of 26 years, one sometimes feel discourage to experience and encounter, how few are taken in by honesty and how many are prefer to be deceit from it.


“For My Thoughts Are Not Your Thoughts,
Neither Are Your Ways,My Ways.”

Old Testament

I am,

Tyro

MAJESTIC BONDING

Being outcast of a bonding was definitely a legitimate subject to constant exposures of criticisms, sneering, name-callings and fault finding. When one is on the outs with the Majestic Bonders, one will be in for some real bad times.

Majestic Bonders seem to have the knacks for doing out stiff penalties. The Majestic Bonders are extraordinarily gifted at making alienation seems like a life imprisonment! When one becomes upset with one of the Majestic Bonders, one can expect the rest of the runt defending their fellow Bonder’s action, because the person that one is at odds with is one of the Majestic Bonders. And along with this, the Majestic Bonders are also good at supporting terrible and embarrassing reputation-ruining lies and criticisms circulated by their fellow Bonders!

Majestic Bonders have penchants for teasing and name-calling the outcast. Being subjected to any one of their egos could be brutal, if not vital. One can expect them to dish back worse than what was offered.

Amongst themselves, they simply could not gamble with losing their fellow Bonders’ approvals. Even when some felt, the retribution act was wrong to be obeyed, they can’t help but allowing themselves to be coerced into the subversive activities.

While honest men are the noblest work of God, only when rouges fall out, honest men get into their own. Till then, whether one is an honest man or a thief, depends on whose solicitors have given one’s brief.


I am,

Tyro

Esprit Dis Corp

Caught this somewhere resourceful,

“If I am given EIGHT HOURS to cut down a tree,
I’ll spend SIX HOURS sharpening my axe.”

Cynical isn’t it, when there’s a task where race against time is the theme, and one chance upon something like this.

And this made one sat down and reflected upon what had happened during the period of the task. The troubles when some just don’t understand the concept of teamwork, datelines, personal and shared responsibilities and carrying individual pride and merged them into a beautiful group’s joy.

Ironically, some who refused to lend that balance hands are heads better than those who slogged to see the project ends. They are those flutters and who also know which branches to land on so to ensure that they can predict the cushion of their falls.

It’s human. Very much human, if could, one would have taken the loud hailer or graphitised one’s frustration to the winds and the walls so that people know who they are and are being cautioned about them as liabilities to the team.

Hampered by the dampness of the feelings, one will feel even damper when the judge to this all jives are allied to these some. Call it bonding or call it blind man playing the blind’s man folding, and the ones who are leading are the ones who bring him about the camouflaged danger signs.

So one learnt, age, status, level, education, spiky words of sarcasms and a ‘eat more salt’ life experience does not make one the best judge after all. Well, especially when one uses more emotional bonding than rational bonding.

A silent kettle will not whistle but sure it does gives off the steam!


I am,

Tyro

Bridges Over Bridges

This is a cliché,

“Not all love ended up in happy endings or union of two souls.”

The Bridges Over Madison County, tells all about it. Why Francesca Johnson did not leave her family upside down to be just with her love of a lifetime, Robert Kincaid though she knew she was living at a point of life where expectations were behind her?

She had her suitcase packed and Robert waited for her to fulfil her lost and shattered dream, move her away from the still and mundane life which Bob had brought her into, all the way from Italy. She had one thing in her mind, the perceptions of her teenage children and husband about her if she decided to move away from their home.

Watching this story reminds one of the facts that we are indeed fragile to most decisions in life we make. One will be reminded that we constantly had dreams and desires to fulfil but sometimes, circumstances just do not allow or permit us to do so. If we could, we would have followed our hearts the way they want us to, but responsibilities and commitments, be them personal or otherwise, hold us back from the possible steps and the dreams we hope to have met.

‘I wish I could,
Chase after the rainbow,
Lick all the morning dews,
Shoot the moon
And gather the stars,
But I am only here,
Far from where they are,
Not lack of the bravery,
But I need to weigh all possibilities logically.’


I am,

Tyro