Hearts in special places

Decided to be charitable to myself today and spend a bit of time blogging happy things. A little bit of reward after spending a whole SUNday in office trying to catch up on work.

We had a very brief gossip episode over dinner two weeks ago, as an ex-colleague had posted photos of his trip to Phnom Penh on Facebook, and the captions are soooooo melodramatic. We were like, “hmmm, his PP and ours are like different worlds altogether”, and “oh, we really should tell him we are here, and bring him to the nicer places”. I have no idea how people can take photos of children freely emerging from the river and caption it with sad words. All I could see from his photo was, “such joyous children, however the situation they find themselves in (if they understand their situation)”. Guess the kind of eyeglasses we wear really colour the world we see. And I know for sure I have been wearing rose-tinted ones, but I love them the way I view the world through them.

Since a dozen of years ago, when I was alot more active in the lower rungs of society in the developmental world, my glasses has largely been rosily tinted. I know life is harsh for these people, but amidst the harshness there is also certain loveliness to pick up and appreciate, and also to learn from. And more importantly, I suppose my question / interest was never to delve in the wretchedness of life, but rather, “how can I make myself useful?” (I am so obviously Aries. tsk. born to a family of Aquarians. tsk tsk.) 

The photo featured in this post (I’m the tiny minion on the right!) was taken by my brother ten years ago, when we went out to the village to distribute food and sanitary supplies to the undocumented people who were just surviving their daily lives. You know, what speaks to me in this photo is about camaraderie – sharing the same interest and passion in finding useful ways to help people who were not fortunate enough to be in the safety net of society.

Since that first trip ten years back, I had been plagued with pain and confusion about the genocide. I read tonnes of books trying to understand why it happened, how it happened. But what good does it do? Up till now, a grand decade later, I still have no idea where my position is on this matter. The past is over, but the future is really in our hands. Today, this very day.

My focus now is to shape the minds of the next generation and inspire them to do good for their communities. This is why I enjoy teaching soooooo much, it is extremely fulfilling. It has been three semesters already, and I am starting to see flowers and fruits emerging from the little seeds planted, with the tending and watering over the past one and a half years. It takes time to build up trust, and it takes time for encouragement to take root. It takes trial and error to figure the best way to work through to each individual.

I am really really glad I took on this job. It has really brought to my attention a huge shiny part of me I never knew before. This week is the last week of my third semester. Well well, maybe it is too early to blog this, because the students’ finals are this coming Thurs and Fri. Haha, will catch up on this post again after that. 😀 Good luck!

5 Comments Add yours

  1. I’m cglad you’ve found a position where you can thrive and share. I’m with you; we can’t change the past. Instead of crying over spilled milk it’s better to ask, “Where can I find another supply?”

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    1. leapingtoes says:

      Yea! And also preventive measures to not spill again. 🙂

      Like

  2. anne leueen says:

    I think that rose tinted glasses are not such a bad thing. I believe it is possible to be realistic without being depressing.

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    1. leapingtoes says:

      Thank you!!!! Here in my part of the world, so many people relate rose-tinted glasses to naïveté. :/

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      1. anne leueen says:

        The world is full of gloom a d sometimes we need a brighter view.

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