Weird.
It started with my burger being too delicious -- with the crispness of
veggies perfectly complimenting the thick slab of meat patty -- that I just
sighed happily and unconsciously stared at the bag on the table (okay, we are
occupying a four-seater and we're only two, forgive me for my manners sometimes,
please =)
).
Staring at the black bag on the table struck me. I remembered it's not
what I am initially looking for, it's not even my first choice. I just thought
that a classic black handbag will be more useful than a trendier floral sling.
Staring at it made me appreciate it's beauty once again. Though the
leather is synthetic, the weave and structure is pretty, not to mention it is
sturdy. It reminded me why I chose it among the others, the happiness it
brought me, the way it reflected (and continue to do so) my personality and how
it fits perfectly in my day to day journey.
I'm not sure at what point did I associated these happy thoughts about
my bag to relationships. As I said earlier, the burger is the culprit.
I just thought, so it is with our relationships. Sometimes, you just
have to take a closer look again to uncover the beauty that has been buried by
the trials. To find the reasons to fight amidst the pain and not let go even if
your hands are hurting. To continue to laugh, love and forgive even if doing
the opposite is far easier.
I know this because I am at several times been on the receiving end of
this grace.
And I would pay it forward by being generous of smiles and forgiveness.
In this life, people will do us wrong and we will also inflict as much
pain in return. But it is in our conviction to rise with lessons learned and
hearts that are battered but open, that we will be able to understand the
meaning of giving second, third and nth chances. To not forget to take a look
again and rediscover the beauty we once saw but have come to forget.
