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During Valentine’s Day last year, my Korean friend Lee gave me a tiny chocolate with a pink wrapper. Inside the wrapper was a quote that I really like:
“Go where your heart takes you”
Looking back, my heart has taken me to places that I never imagine I will step foot on and to people that I will never otherwise meet, people who have then taken important places in my life. I guess I have always followed my heart.
But how far can your heart takes you? Does it has your best interests in mind?
There will be a time when you have to listen to the logic inside your brain rather than to the thumping sound of your heartbeat.
Yesterday night, I dreamt of a clinic in Japan with my name on it. It was a vet clinic. Maybe the doctor there had the same name as me. Still, seeing my name there made me happy. So, I asked my sister (who was in my dreams) to take a picture of it so that I can take it back to Malaysia. I have successfully fulfill my childhood dreams of becoming a veterinarian, even though it was just a dream.
Remember how we have always imagined how our lives are going to be like in the future? Sometimes, that image excites us. Sometimes it scares us. The image that I saw when I was 7 is vastly different from the image that I saw when I was 21.
But what I know is, my life at 23 now is very different from what I imagined it to be like 16 years ago or even 2 years ago. Life really is unpredictable.
So even if my future looks scary to me now, I can rest assured that it will be totally different from my imagination.
I wonder where will my heart takes me next.
...are something that you cannot control, that’s what they say.
But when you are feeling nothing at all, you tried every possible means to make yourself feel something. Even if it means hurting yourself.
It’s like using a hammer to knock on your broken leg hoping to feel some pain on your already numb leg.
The slightest feeling of pain will make you jump with joy.
Because it signals to you that your leg is still alive.
I wish my leg wasn’t broken too bad.
About a week ago, I fell down while I was walking my dog, Tommy. It was my fault, really, because I was a bit distracted that time. After some tail-yanking, growling and pain, I got up and continued the walk with bloody knees. Then I got home and put on some Hansaplast on top of the bruises.
They are still on my knees now, those plasters, only that they have morphed into no-brand ones, not so miraculously. I still felt pain now and then, especially when I woke up in the morning*ahem* afternoon. I try hard not to let water get into them when I bath.
The wounds have changed into ugly “shell –like” things. I was convinced that there will be scars on my knees from now on. Big,ugly, brownish ones.
But then, the scars started to come off when I poked at them. Big, ugly, brownish scars came off, revealing perfectly fine, untainted skin underneath.
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Does it sound familiar to you? It is a bit like life, isn’t it…you fell down hard, complete with bruises, pain and scars. You thought that you will never recover, that you will be scarred for life.
But then, after some time, nature took off the scars you had, revealing beautiful skin underneath, even more beautiful than the one you had previously, only if you care to “poke” at them. If you never make an effort, you will never find out that those scars are actually shells that are there to protect your wounds, so that they will be able to recover in due time.
You have become a more beautiful person because of all the scars you once had.
That’s what I thought when I look at my scars just now.
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