Kill Them with Kindness

If you’re living in the countryside, expect that you won’t be able to see your neighbors every day because of the distance between their house and yours. Well unless you pay them a visitor of course, but it depends if you have the time.

Yesterday, the dog and I went for a walk. Took the opposite way because I was also going to check our postbox. While walking, I saw the neighbor number 1 observing us. I didn’t wave back but I smiled. I’m not sure though if he smiled back because it was raining. Then it began raining even more so we hurried up. On the way, the dog stopped in front of neighbor number 2’s property and then the dog began sniffing the place while I was a bit preoccupied by my Pokemon GO game. All of a sudden, I heard a loud knock on neighbor number 2’s window. She looked angry at us and she was signaling that the dog should leave her property. I didn’t panicked though, but I got stressed. I immediately pulled the dog out of her property and I checked for any signs of poo. Nothing there, but I think the dog marked a small spot on the on the property. I smiled and waved at neighbor number 2 but she just rolled her eyes on us. Neighbor number 2 by the way is an old lady, around 80 years old something and according to the old owner of our house, she is from the east coast. She doesn’t live in this place but she is here once in while for vacation.

To be honest, I’m still bothered. How can an old lady be so angry like that? Is it because she’s a cat person? Or, maybe she had a bad day yesterday? Who knows? I hope that it’s nothing personal, really because after all we are living in the countryside and neighbors should really get along.

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Adjectives

An adjective is a word that describes a noun or pronoun. Without adjectives it would be hard for us to express what we mean when we are talking about ourselves or others. We describe people, places, things, animals and etc on what they look like or when we talk about their characteristics.

I’ve learned about adjectives during my 3rd grade in grade school. We were tought when to use it and how to use it. At the same time my teacher tought us the proper way to use them, like for instance the use of negative adjectives such as ugly, weak and etc. We should be mindful of the words that come out of our mouth because we never know if we are offending someone or a group of people.

I agree with my teacher, but at the same time I disagree because adjectives are just words to describe something. Unless we say it to others. And even if we say it the other way like ugly= less desirable, the outcome is still negative if the person you are refering to hears that, for example.

I had a chat conversation with a friend. She asked me how am I doing. I replied, I’m still the same except that I’m fat now. Then she said that why would I say such a thing and that I should not say the word fat because it’s like shaming the plus size community. I told her that the one I was describing to as fat is no other than myself and it is not fat shaming others because I was refering to myself and even if I use “got bigger”, still it is the same. So, how should I describe myself then? And besides, I don’t see fat as a negative word. In my opinion, we should use this word often to get rid of the negative association to fat shaming. And do not forget, there is nothing wrong in being fat!

The world today is full of negativity, criticisms and “in betweens”. Simple and small things get complicated and hurtful because people do not listen. They only hear what they want to hear. Hence, making respect one sided. Meaning, if you have the same mindset as them, you gain their respect.

 

 

 

Changing Course

Working in the health sector has helped me see life from another perspective. We, as employees are expected to show compassion and empathy towards our “clients” while we take care of their needs. What I mean by the term clients is a group of people who are in need of our services. The other term that we use is “patient” but I prefer to address them as clients.

When I enrolled for the accounting course a couple of years ago, I have already been seeking for that thing that I would love to work with for the rest of my life even though I was uncertain of the choice of course that I made, I was hopeful that my skills will serve a purpose and that it would somehow make me rich. I was doing well in my first semesters at the university until it hit me that I do not actually like and enjoy what I was doing. I woke up one day feeling numb and wondering what in the world did I get myself into. Balancing sheets became a burden all of a sudden, numbers became like a corn of sand to my eyes and that’s how I realized that I didn’t want to be an accountant or an economist. However, it was too late to drop out because I was near to finishing the program and besides I did not want to disappoint my parents and show everyone that I backed out. I did not want them to think that I am dumb.

During my sophomore year at the university, I applied for a part-time job as a personal assistant in the health sector. I got the job and I felt that my mood got better whenever I get to work despite my hectic schedule. A friend of mine told me that maybe my calling is not on being an accountant/economist but maybe as a social worker, health worker such as a nurse, physical therapist or a psychologist to name a few.

I finished the degree but deep inside I feel that I’m not complete. Then the hunt for the good paying job started. All I thought of that time was just any jobs in the economic sector as long as it is connected to my degree and of course, it should be a high paying job because that was my goal. To earn a lot of money. Who wouldn’t want to have a good amount of money in their account?

To make the story short, in the end, I got a good paying job where I could somehow apply what I learned from economy studies but with a cost which is happiness and satisfaction. I wasn’t happy at work even though I was working with very nice colleagues. After a couple of months, I submit my resignation letter and went back to the part-time job that I have which this time is as a home nurse assistant.

I received mixed reactions from friends and family upon telling them what I did and what I was going through. Some of them told me that maybe I was just bored and it’s normal in an office type of work and that I should have given it more time. Others told me that I just wasted 4 years in the university for a course that didn’t give any good results. – Oh well yes, I’m guilty of it. But for me, my happiness weighs more than any gold in this world.

As I’ve said earlier in this post, working in the health sector has shown me life from another angle. It showed me how important it is to take care of others without thinking too much of my own interests. At the same time, it has shown me what I really want to be- a person that works not just to earn money but also to serve others without losing my identity. A type of person who is professional but at the same time a people-oriented kind of person and to be that kind of person, I should follow my heart and pursue the right career for me.

What I have learned in this journey is that things happen to us because we do not know where we are heading. Just like my past choices before. We make mistakes and we always get a chance of correcting them and learning from them.

So to those in my circle who criticized me, I am changing course not because I failed, but because I am sure this time that the other path is for me and something good awaits me there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Hills Got Eyes

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This shot was taken during my short trip to Eidsvågneset today. I asked my bf to take me to somewhere nice today because I can’t stand staying home all the time. I’ve been staying at home these past few days because of my stomach virus.

So anyways, I’ve never been to this place before. I think… but bf was insisting that I’ve been here before. I can’t really remember and I don’t remember the paintings on the wall on the hill. Nevertheless, whoever painted the eyes did a great job. He/she made the boring wall cute and mysterious.

Btw, this post is my take on The Daily Prompt, facade.

 

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Reading Time

I prefer reading time on analogue clocks over the new digital ones. They are not only stylish but they also give a relaxing effect. The sound of the pendulum swinging from left to right and the tic toc sound somehow reminds me of the older days when people relied so much on their watches, since they did not have mobile phones yet.

I told my partner that I want a pendulum clock someday when we already have a house. I also told him that I want a striking clock (grandfather clock), the one that makes a gong-ish sound. But he does not want it because for him it makes a lot of sound. We’ll see, I might challenge him in a pool game and if I win I am going to buy the most beautiful striking clock that I could find in the antique shops.

Anyway, this is my take on last Friday’s The Daily Post photo challenge, time. The invention of clock is one of the greatest breakthrough in the human history. Without clocks, we would still be living without internet, mobile phones and almost all of gadgets that we have today.

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Thought of the day.

Respect is getting rare nowadays. Some people think that just because there is a freedom of speech they can say/do whatever they want without considering other people’s beliefs, traditions and norms. I’m not saying that we have to shut up when someone try to oppress us but to act like civilized individuals. You don’t expect a group of people to respect you when you make fun of their religion, for example. Just saying.

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In the first place, you shouldn’t believe in promises. The world is full of them: the promises of riches, of eternal salvation, of infinite love. Some people think they can promise anything, others accept whatever seems to guarantee better days ahead, as, I suspect is your case. Those who make promises they don’t keep end up powerless and frustrated, and exactly the fate awaits those who believe promises.

 

-Paulo Coelho