Life's moments

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes: a certain span of time in life.

We can do anything within this span but have we done anything worthwhile? Have we made someone smile while going to work? Were we able to give importance to the person who we barely know? Have we made a difference?

We always hear it that we only live once yet we take everything for granted. We focus on things that pass like nothing; things that don’t matter; stuff that we often do that really won’t make a difference. We believe in living for each other but we obviously focus on our own lives and what we can do to improve it. I guess it is justified that we can’t give what we don’t have. But on the contrary, isn’t this just ironic?

Although life won’t be called an adventure without these ironies, it all makes sense when we would try to put ourselves forward. It’s a gamble where everyone wins.

One time, I was eating with a friend at a certain fast food joint. The people were friendly and gave good service. People were busy eating their meals and yes, I also enjoyed mine. Me and my friend talked about a lot of things over our meals and continued as we were getting done. Slowly, I placed each and every piece of wrapper on the tray we had on the next table. Then, I took a tissue and wiped the table where crumbs can be found. In short, I cleaned our table after dining.

My friend noticed it and said that I was a bit “goodie” today while I was cleaning up our table.  Although there was one guy who cleans the tables within the place, I cleaned it myself over a few thoughts within our conversation. Then I said that I was just doing what I thought was right and proper.

My friend smiled and said I had a point.

Looking back I thought that we are all trying to make a difference in this life. Yes, we do things for our best but we always forget to make the best for each other. For me, we need to look out for each other. It doesn’t demand but I guess it’s just right to do so. It would really make a big difference.

Studies said that people focus on the daily routine of life that they forget to pay attention to the small things that make each day different. Every minute counts for each day; by the minute, we think about a lot of things that cost us something. The question is: have you given something that won’t cost a minute? Maybe a simple smile?

Growing up I was able to read some books that focus on the things that we forget about life. We say a lot of things in a day yet we take for granted or even forget simple phrases that would mean a lot to each other. Simple words that we learned when we were younger and somehow grown out as we continued with life.  It sounds cliché’ but does it feel good to hear a constant “Thank you” from each other? Or humbling to hear or give a sincere “I’m sorry”? And wouldn’t it feel great to hear or feel the words “I love you” from someone you believe is important to you.

Cliché’ as it may sound but it does make a great ripple in each of our lives.

The smile and all those simple phrases that we knew as we grew make an intense impact in our lives and to the people that need them the most.  The best part of it is that it doesn’t cost a thing.

As the clock tick and the day continue, we would have to make a difference in this life. It is hard to start but it won’t hurt. It never will.

What difference have you made today?

:)

Leaving a mark

I was talking to a friend today and our conversation went to our lives in high school. Suddenly, I remembered how me and my friends ruled one part of the hierarchy during those days. I wasn't a sports person, nor the academic achiever. I wasn't even the campus crush. I was part of the group that make the performers guild. I was a performer. I made that mark. 

The stage was part of my daily routine and rehearsals were always on a daily basis. A day without rehearsal would be very weird for all of us; specially for me. I lived just across the street which made me believe that the rehearsals would be the only reason to go home late. Traffic or driving strikes won't pass for a good reason. 

When I graduated, I left that mark: the performer. I didn't give it much thought but it made me someone who seemed to be attracted to the arts. Too bad for me, the art form was not that flourishing during my college years. 

Suddenly, the memories of lights and stage came creeping. It was undeniable that I missed it but I don't know how this would work out for me. 

Thinking about this makes me stand and make a cup of tea. 

What MARK have you made?

Introduction - Mga Kwentong Plastic Cup

Writing has been a good outlet for me to express what I truly feel inside. It can be my thoughts or just simply, a point of view. It has also guided me to make short stories about life, love and anything that would make my heart beat fast as I would type along the keys of my laptop. 

I started to write in my last years of primary education. Then, it sparked my interest in journalism and the elements that make up the press. It was a dream to be journalist but destiny lead me to the paramedical world. I am a nurse by profession and have practiced it for almost 2 years. I can say that I never left writing as I continued to write even when I was journeying through the world of Nursing. 

The Nursing world opened endless knowledge for me which in turn helped me with my writing. Holistically, it lead to paths that respect and take into consideration, all aspects of life in writing. Each being has its own perception about the things in this life. Nursing helped me to understand all of these. 

During my childhood years, everyday was Sesame Street day. I never missed an episode and I would learn new things each day. This was one of the many influences I had growing up. I treated it as the safest and happiest place on Earth which was the street that everyone knows. I grew up to learn English this way. 

I have made some blogs before but I think this one would be very interesting. I even thought about the introduction as my first post in this blog site. The blogs I had before were not viewed by thousands, nor hundreds. It was a humble blog that was read on an average of 2 in a day, sometimes even zero views. Having a "popular,well read blog" was not the goal (although it would be very cool). I was sharing my mind. It is my idea and everyone can read it. And I even hope that others would learn from it. 

Why "Mga Kwentong Plastic Cup"(Stories from a plastic cup)?

I was listening to TV Mass one time and I heard the presiding Priest talk about a plastic cup. For many, its just a cup; an object to use in drinking; a temporary container for trash; a man's garbage and another man's treasure. Then the priest said that someone said to him that the cup represents a person. 

We are all cups in this world.; to be filled with learning and love as we continue to live. Of course, there are challenges that would make the cup spill. But then again, it gets filled right away. 

One would get to know stories with cups: over a cup of coffee, an afternoon date with a cup of fruit juice, a drinking session with a cup of soda as the chaser or just chilling in the bar with a cup of booze. 

A cup is all it takes for stories to be told; for thoughts to be expressed; and for ideas to be shared. 

In this blog, I will share with you my cup of life's never ending tales. I am opening my mind and heart to hear more about life,love and lessons through stories shared with a cup.

Cheers!