in contrast
The past two weeks, despite my blog silence, had been particularly...eventful.
Eventful but deflating.
A storm made life hard for everyone (especially us who still had to go to work despite the fact that the government cancelled all classes and closed offices), deadlines hounded me (so much so that 13-hour shifts have become a regular thing), work had been incredibly intellectually and emotionally draining (even more than usual), I had to "let go" of an employee (who didn't want to go, but I'll use the phrase "let go", anyway), my mother got sick (and it was so very hard to sit there beside her helplessly), and I didn't get to go to the Mrs. Fields blogger meet thingy (and I probably won't be able to go to the second Taste Asia meet) that I've been waiting for for nearly a month.
Typing out that paragraph just made me feel weak all over again. It wasn't depressing 24/7, of course, and yes, none of those things made me feel like it was the end of the world or something... But still, it was, like, one after the other day after day and it made my emotional energy go lower and lower, and everything just seemed duller and duller.
But you know what? If I learned anything about unfortunate events, it's this:
It's the crappy times in life that make the great times feel even greater.
The stark contrast makes white look brighter, and black look darker. It's like ice-cold water after a hot day, getting peace and quiet after the neighbor stops the noisy racket, or lounging on a sofa after a long traffic-jammed ride home.
Heh. Just thinking that makes me feel better already.
I've been told many times to focus not on the temporary, but instead on the eternal. Heck, I've told that to other people, too. But sometimes, I just forget. But when I do remember, it never fails to make me smile.
The trick now is toughing it out till the better times come.
Eventful but deflating.
A storm made life hard for everyone (especially us who still had to go to work despite the fact that the government cancelled all classes and closed offices), deadlines hounded me (so much so that 13-hour shifts have become a regular thing), work had been incredibly intellectually and emotionally draining (even more than usual), I had to "let go" of an employee (who didn't want to go, but I'll use the phrase "let go", anyway), my mother got sick (and it was so very hard to sit there beside her helplessly), and I didn't get to go to the Mrs. Fields blogger meet thingy (and I probably won't be able to go to the second Taste Asia meet) that I've been waiting for for nearly a month.
Typing out that paragraph just made me feel weak all over again. It wasn't depressing 24/7, of course, and yes, none of those things made me feel like it was the end of the world or something... But still, it was, like, one after the other day after day and it made my emotional energy go lower and lower, and everything just seemed duller and duller.
But you know what? If I learned anything about unfortunate events, it's this:
It's the crappy times in life that make the great times feel even greater.
The stark contrast makes white look brighter, and black look darker. It's like ice-cold water after a hot day, getting peace and quiet after the neighbor stops the noisy racket, or lounging on a sofa after a long traffic-jammed ride home.
Heh. Just thinking that makes me feel better already.
I've been told many times to focus not on the temporary, but instead on the eternal. Heck, I've told that to other people, too. But sometimes, I just forget. But when I do remember, it never fails to make me smile.
The trick now is toughing it out till the better times come.
Labels: life
Blue. Stars. Sky. Jazz. Choklit. Pasta. Sashimi. Green tea Frapp. Aroma of coffee. Books. Movies. Fanfics. PC. Google. Mobile phone. Mp3 player. Sleep.
Cockroaches. Shopping. Humidity. Migraines.
I believe, purpose runs through everything that happened sarah. I bet, it will all work for good.
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Quincy John | 21:39