I believe in God. I believe that God is the creator of this world.
I believe that God exist, but I don’t pray to God. I believe that God created us, but the rest is up to us. I thank God for giving me a lovely family when I was born, but the rest is up to me.
I believe that the God in Christianity is the Allah in Islam, as well as the ‘King of Deities” in other believes and religions. There can only be one God… and all these people must be worshipping the same God.
They can only be one God; it depends on how the religions are interpreting it. I don’t believe in any religion, because all of them must have misinterpreted God in some sense… or else all people that believe in God (or Allah, whatever) should share the same believe, and there would be less arguments and wars because of religious indifference.
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Are you happy with whom you are?
One thing that I really don’t like about some people is their attitude towards their parents when it comes to parenting. Young parents these days like to try on new methods to teach their kids and distaste all those from their own parents.
Question is… are these people happy with whom they are now? If so, that certainly means that their parents must have done something right to make them the happy people they are today… and isn’t that worth respecting?
Nothing wrong with trying new methods… it doesn’t mean that we would have to deny all the experiences from our old folks.
The problem only arises when the people are not happy with whom they are… but then, these people shouldn’t be parents at all. If they can’t make themselves happy with themselves, what makes them think that they will make their children happy with whom they are when they grow up into adults?
Confused yet? Be happy with who you are, or at least try to be. Respect your parents.
It’s a blessing when a man says he’s tired…
I used to have a T-shirt with the above quote printed on it. I am not sure who ‘created’ the quote… I guess it must be a lucky man who didn’t need to work much in his life, and never really understand the definition of tired.
“I am tired.” Instead of feeling blessed, I just felt a strong sense of helplessness, both physically and mentally.
Things have been pilling up lately; I think it’s the first time in my life that I have felt so stressed and tense about my work. Sometimes I just felt like walk away from my tasks for a few days… to take a breath and relax; but chances are I will fall further behind with my schedule, the work won’t disappear overnight.
I always advice my friends not to be caught in a rat race with their work… but seems like I myself are caught in one at the moment. What an irony.
It’s not blessing when a man says he’s tired. It is only a blessing when a man says he’s tired, and can actually take a good rest from his tiredness.
I believe that all parents will favour one kid over the other(s), consciously or subconsciously… no matter how hard the parents tried, they will be certain favouritism among their kids.
When I was in teen-age, some of my friends seemed to have serious problems with parental favouritism… most of them are from traditional Chinese families where boys are normally more favourable than girls. One of my friends actually ran away from home because of the unbearable discrimination.
The perceptions changed when everyone grew older… those friends that rant about parental favouritism are now maintaining healthy relationship with their families; even the ran-away friend is still keeping in contact with her parents. Perhaps they have accepted the fact that favouritism will always happen, and that it is not really a big deal.
I am lucky that my parents have tried their best to share equal love… there were still favouritism that they might not consciously aware of, but I’m ok with it… knowing that I am loved, what else do I need to ask for?
Have you noticed that lots of the fairy tales and childhood stories often indicate that poor people are normally happier than the rich?
There was a long period in my life that I thought getting rich is a bad thing… that rich people are normally greedy and can’t live a happy life.
I started to realise in late teens that real life situations are quite the opposite of fairy tales… that rich people do enjoy happiness, and most likely happier than the poor; and that rich people are not not any idiotic than the others.
I now know that I don’t need to be rich to be happy… but I also know that happiness could come easier if I need not to worry too much about the bills and the basic expenses in life.
Would be nice if I could understand these facts of life earlier… I think I should burn those stupid story books that I read when I was a child.
