RingChen

Its always depressing getting the upset call from your dearest friends. Maybe the only thing that can top that will be of making that call yourself, in my opinion. In all of my near-three decades, I have learnt that the upset call is one of the inevitable things in life that needs no introduction and is unmistakable in its receiving.

I wish I had all the answers to life’s mysteries and why it is that people sometimes tend to behave so unlike themselves. I wish I had the power to read people’s minds and tell them to be more compassionate towards others especially to the one whom you love. Were I to be able to show people how wrong they are to be indifferent to people who care about them, I would lend them a microscope and ask them to examine other possible faults that they could rectify and do without.

I know that no one is perfect. I am also aware that people make mistakes and learn from them. And life is one big roller coaster ride that one should make the best of. But I also know that some people do not deserve to be unhappy. Or crying. And heart-broken. They deserve to be appreciated and loved and cherished. Which I would gladly do had I been in their shoes.

I spoke to my friend for a long time last night. Apart from agreeing with her entirely that she was absolutely right and everything/everyone else was wrong (thats my idea of being supportive), we talked about happier things. About what a wonderful person she is. And she was soon laughing about all the stupid things that normally goes on in our regular conversation. By the time we hung up, she was feeling slightly better or at least thats what I thought.

We all have our issues and irrelevances to work out ourselves. Maybe being nicer to each other can be the little ray of hope that shines on our lives. After all, you live only once. Surely we can afford to segregate all things upset and shelve them so that you live & let live, happily ever after.