Thursday 13 September 2012

Forgive & Forget…

 

“TRRROOOMMM!!!”

The great Oak door slammed shut. His eyes scanned across the room in an instance, held out his forearm and swept everything on the desk onto the floor, sending a loud crash that echoed for several seconds after the act.

How dare she?! How irresponsible she can be??

His was poised to present his proposal before the panel, one that he did out of commitment to his work, beliefs, ethics. It was a gruelling task that few would take pleasure in doing, fewer even would spend hours completing what was required. It wasn’t perfect, but a good job nonetheless.

But she wreck it all….

He rushed to the basin, filled it with water, and drenched himself wet by submerging his entire face in the water. Seconds later he rose and stared right into the mirror, into himself.

You need to cool down….

And cool down he did. He took several deep breaths, gently sat himself onto a nearby chair, and stayed still with his eyes closed. After minutes of total silence, he kneeled onto the damp carpet and start to pick up the items he trashed in his fit of rage.

Shouldn’t had lost my cool back there…

He could still recall the clients’ shocked expression, obviously didn’t expect the unfortunate sequence of events., seemingly demanding reasons for his sudden outburst. Almost immediately his colleague interfered and requested for a re-scheduling of the presentation. He was so angry, mad.

So what if she’s sick? That’s if she REALLY is…sick…

While he was storming out of the meeting someone tried to ease his anger, feeding him reasons of why she couldn’t complete her work in time. That barely calmed him down at all; I WOULD’VE DONE HER PART TOO IF SHE TOLD ME EARLIER, he replied.

But the reaction from those around him casted doubt in him; was my anger unwarranted?

He does have a reason to be angry, and a very good one indeed. But he lost control and let his emotions get the better of him. Even saints get angry for the right reasons!

Hell, even Jesus got pissed off and drove the hawkers off the temple!!

He has a valid and good cause to state his dissatisfaction, be it in private or public. He was wronged, humiliated, his beliefs and ethics trampled upon, reputation suffered considerable setbacks.

But “be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to anger”…

Maybe he should just walk back in and get start on the next project. It’s almost dead certain that he’ll be taken off the team, her as well of course. He’ll have to pay for his outburst nonetheless. Maybe, he should just…

“forgive us as we forgive those who trespassed against us”??

…forgive and forget??

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He closed his eyes, muttered a short prayer, and set his eyes on the vast parking lot in front of the window. He made up his mind. To not cry over spilled milk, to not mend things that are beyond repair, to save whatever left worth saving.

Choose to forgive, forget, move on, and say “Apologies accepted” if she say sorry.

But what if she never say sorry?

It doesn’t matter; You’re already forgiven.

Sunday 9 September 2012

Funeral Proceedings…

“There’s no better occasion to rate a person other than man’s own funeral.“

How ironic. If you ever want to know how well you “did” as a person, it would be right at the moment the result is no longer relevant to you.

Birthdays. Baptism. Graduation. Engagement. Marriage. Job promotion. These are pits-stops or benchmarks that people often looked at rating ones own popularity, success.

“There’s no better occasion to see how far-reaching a person’s life is other than man’s own funeral.”

In our grandfathers’ days there were still those funeral procession that stretched as long as several blocks. The mourning family members, dressed in their respective colours, which symbolises their generation within the family, accompanied the dead for one last journey.

I had the privilege to be one of the mourners in such a procession. I enjoyed it. It made me felt elevated, being seen on the road by the whole neighbourhood.

“There’s no better occasion to see if one life is wasted or fulfilled other than man’s own funeral.”

I can never forget the exact moment when the undertakers sealed my grandfather’s coffin right in the living room, after everybody paid their respects. At that moment hell broke loose; my aunts wailed like there’s no tomorrow. Kids (which I then was one) were turned away for hushed into the dining room. There was only wailing.

And few hours ago I was just at some stranger’s funeral, dragged along by my parents. This young man was lying comfortably in his world. With a smile. Face swollen from his plight. He was handsome, good-looking.

“I came into the world crying when those around me rejoiced, but I hope the world rejoices when I leave the world in peace.

But there was no wailing. Only tears. Tears of peace, joy.

If everybody gets to attend their own funeral, perhaps the world will be a better place.