Say thanks. Say sorry. Say goodbye.

Let's all move on from yesterday. Say thanks. Say sorry. Say goodbye.

Say thanks for the good things that have happened. As well as for the bad. For without the bad, we would never learn.

When bad things happen, think that nobody wants what happened. It could've been that everyone was just worrying for the other - in one way or another. It could've been that we wanted something better for our families, friends, and loved ones. We get so caught up in our lives sometimes that when things don't work our way, we blame others and get angry. Be it at people, the traffic, hunger, or even the rain.

Be careful not to be angry out of concern, as it cancels out the original thought and ends up messing things. Or better yet, be careful not to be angered so easily. You never know how your anger affects you (or other people). When you feel agitated, annoyed, or angered - stop. Count backwards from 100 to 1, breathe and feel your anger diminish with each number. Relax before you do or say anything that can end up hurting yourself (or other people).

Let's own our feelings and not blame others or situations when things go out of hand. That way we can look into ourselves and find healing from the inside. And when we are healed, we change. Not only ourselves, but also other people.

Say sorry for when you get angry. Or when you feel you've done something wrong. Or when you've come short of expectations. We are human. Saying sorry means you acknowledge this humanity, and that you're willing to work to be a better person. And that you are.

Do not worry about stuff you can't control - like the weather, the future, or how other people get angry, emotional, and throw tantrums. You're sentencing yourself to an early death just by making yourself suffer unnecessarily. Life is already full of stressors, don't add yourself to the endless list. Instead, help yourself manage what you can. Your feelings. Your reactions. Your actions. Your words. These are what you can take control of and own.

As with any experience, let's be positive and take the good from the bad. Pick up the bits and pieces, stand up, leave the bad stuff behind and move on. There's always more to life than what we see, we just need to pay attention.

Say good bye to the things that make us hurt; to the things that make our hearts feel heavy with dismay; to the mistakes we've made and bash ourselves for making; to the bad habits we've developed; to the feelings that we feel but can't let go; to the emotions that hold us back from experiencing the fullness of life. Good bye. Farewell.

So let's move on. Now. Say thanks. Say sorry. Say good bye.

Sense and Sensibility

I plagiarized my own work and inserted and edited a few things here and there to give this post a neoteric semblance. Read on.

When I tried searching the net for a some forms of abuse, I was appalled to see that there were only a few listed, and the ones I was expecting to find were nowhere to be found (or perhaps I was just darned lazy to search some more).

The said search for the abuse in question was prompted when a very good friend of mine hinted at having our auditory and olfactory rights protected. Having somebody invade your personal space is quite unnerving, especially if these insensitive and inconsiderate boobs become habitual or repeat offenders.

The form of abuse I am referring to is the invasion of privacy and personal space. Imagine a person looming over behind you and watch every activity going on at your desktop, scrutinizing every excruciating pixel of what you're doing. This would be okay if the person in question was your superior and/or boss. Unfortunately, this is not always the case.

Regrettably, there are also those who are completely clueless that somehow they are already encroaching upon another person's space. I'd like to call this passive invasion. I'm thrilled to cite the following examples to better best illustrate my point.

Try to think about someone yapping (ad nauseam) about some nondescript event in their inconsequential lives at the top of their lungs, like they had the inescapable urge to consume all of the oxygen within a 12-feet radius, within a short span of time. Their irritating voice permeates my hapless ears, even with my headset on. This is true despite the fact that the headset and the media player's volume is set reasonably high (supposedly high enough to drown outside noises). This effort proves futile in the face of their doggedly ululating uvulas. Aargh!

As a rule of thumb, if you have nothing nice to say, shut your trap. If you do have something unsavory to say, endeavor to make it palatable and have it delivered with tact and the proper voice modulation. Unless of course the speaker doesn't mind betraying their seemingly low pedigree and utter lack of class and finesse, we definitely can't expect more from them. Pity we can't shoot their traps with an amalgam of plaster of Paris and rusted caltrops. Or can't we? Hmmm...

 

What I've said may sound harsh because it's true. As a matter of fact, things like these are considered part of basic courtesy and shouldn't be mentioned anymore as IT IS basic already. B-A-S-I-C. BASIC. Pfft.

To those who've read this, I'm not angry. Maybe I'm salivating with madness, but not angry. Being angry would just be a total waste of energy. I'm just indignant that these people aren't actually totally clueless (that is if they can take hints or social cues), so I'm wondering what's with the continued abhorrent behavior and/or graveolence?

Just wondering...

Then picture this: a person who eats onions, tons of garlic and all manners of exotic spices available to humanity, and you happen to share a coach with them en route to work or you accidentally take a whiff off of their unearthly scent inside the office. Or worse, they go around, nonchalantly flaunting their olfactory-challenging wares. What is sad is, despite the condition, most of the time they are unaware of the powerful and disorienting effect that they have on our olfaction.

Though the two scenarios prove invasive actions occur rather passively, they can still be rather annoying. Admittedly, of the two, the former is more abominable than the latter. The latter is just sad. And unfortunately, smelly.

We are in dire need of auditory- and olfactory- rights lawyers specializing in these areas, so that we may sue people who (despite being unaware) invade and continuously pervade our personal space.

Please respect my personal space! Keep as far away as possible, especially if you have smelly fungal feet, bacteria-laden armpits and/or have surgically enhanced throats emitting 150 decibels of pure, unadulterated noise! DO NOT wait for my representation to slap your face with a TRO. That would just be unfair (to him and any or all persons accompanying him at that time).

Foible

A person's imperfections are actually 

what makes them unique, special, endearing. 

Try not to fight these faults 

but instead accept them, 

for as much as they are flaws, 

they also form part 

of who the person is. 

If a person needs to change, 

they should change 

not for anybody else, 

but for themselves. 

In their own time. 

See beyond their imperfections. 

Embrace their soul.