It is amazing sometimes what life brings. And I am glad that I get to catch a glimpse of its beauty every once in a while.
I wouldn’t say the trip was all fun and laughter. On the surface, yeah perhaps. But on the inside, I was a total wreck.
We all grit our teeth and find a way to go though the day. They say compartmentalise. And so I tried. It wasn’t always easy but you get better at it. So much so, you can go about any day without feeling a tinge of negative emotions. They say – well done. I say – scary.
The way this compartmentalising thing works is rather simple actually. Chuck those little bits of party poopers into tiny boxes in the back of your mind. Drag those mood dampers into your internal trash can. Done. Three seconds, that’s all it takes. To snap out of it and get back to work.
Do that every single day. Seven days a week. Fourteen weeks a semester. And you’ll make it through the term. Easy.
Too easy in fact. That you forget that those tiny boxes still need to be opened and packed. That the trash still has to be reviewed and emptied. That you need to let people in.
On the plane home, there was a baby crying when the plane was descending. And of course, a mother who was frantically trying to hush her child. As expected, the baby just keeps crying and crying and crying. Just then, the unexpected happened. A few girls from the Singapore national netball team started singing nursery rhymes. A few others caught on. And their voices resonated throughout the cabin. (We were flying budget, it wasn’t very big.) Like every other recount, you pretty much would have guessed the ending – the baby stopped crying.
I looked out my window. And smiled.
Life is unpredictable. Messy. And frustrating. It was meant to be this way. But every now and then, I catch sight of what it means to be human.
Some believe we are inherently selfish. Evil. And self-consumed. That indeed we are in island. That flying solo is the only way to go.
But I always chose to believe that there is some good in all of us. That when the time comes, we will be there for each other. To sacrifice. Give. And share.
And today, I got reminded (once again) that it is okay to let others in. To let them carry you when you are tired. To let them – simply be there for you.
It is okay. To be human.
This is my war to fight. Not theirs. But it doesn’t mean I couldn’t use a little help when I fall.