Hilarity can ensue
Aug/090
I grew up in the Philippines but I was not raised to be a Filipino.
My upbringing was typical: I had parents, siblings, cousins, and every other member of the family. How I was trained to think rather, was not so usual. Inside the walls of our home, fact is not as powerful as what imagination would perceive of things. I would not call our household eccentric, yet everyone had their own unique way of living life, but in our bundle we are inseperable.
This eventually installed into my person, it gave me something that continually evolves within me; an identity.
Goodmorning independence!
Jun/091
I’d like to rant about something I’m strongly feeling bad about- people that don’t thank or show appreciation and worse.. the ones that do, who don’t really mean it.
What’s the hassle in smiling and throwing a few words which only takes not even more than two seconds of your time? In a regular day I go about doing nearly a hundred different transactions with people. Whether it’s opening the door for someone or having someone open it for me, I always make it a point to thank for the courtesy given to me or welcome a deed done. Why do I do it? Well in order of priority: the effort extended and I like being smiled back at, I really do. There’s nothing more than a great pick me up than being looked at straight in the eye, smiled, and given recognition for something rendered, unconditionally.
Truth be told, I’ve received more gratitude from taxi drivers, cafeteria servers, street vendors than I have from the supposed ‘upper’ class for which in pedigree, should be people of refinement. Digging into this further, even the acknowledgement is more genuine on the other end. Nothing is scripted, these people weren’t trained to show appreciation after a barter.
I may have veered off here as I made it seem to apply more for when you’re shopping or eating out in a restaurant. The gist to be thankful, that’s someones time and ultimately that’s their life spent on you. Don’t look into their obligements as whether or not they should be acting as paid to do so. We had it better when we were kids when being welcomed for something made you feel big.
I’m thankful for the parents who raised a brat.
I’m thankful for the siblings who paid for everything.
I’m thankful for the friends who could stand to hang out with my insanity.
I’m thankful for the reader who hopefully got the point.
Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.