This week (5/17- 5/23) I am thankful for:
Summer is all about soul searching and one of the key adventures of soul searcher is stepping outside of their comfort zone. Before the summer I was the type of person who doesn’t know how to balance work with play. My life style before the summer is utterly boring. I wake up, go to school, then go home before 9PM. Home. School. Mall. School. Home. Once in a while I would drink, but I never plan on getting shit-faced/blacking out, nor wake up the next morning and don’t recall anything. The type of people I hang out with are the goal-oriented, God-fearing, and knowledge-thirsty. So smokers, stoners, drunkards, sexual actives, party people are not my cup of tea — and those are the type of people I’m hanging out with this summer. Breaking rules can be exhausting, well for me at least.
Why am I doing this?
For all we know, experience is the best teacher. How can you explain to the youth in such away they could understand that that one things is bad? How it can damage our system in terms of our body, mind, and spirit. As I was reflecting the other day, I came to an epiphany as to why we set “rules”. With these morals and values existing, society is somewhat tamed. I’m sure all of you have imagined a world without norms, every human would act animal-istic.
I want to be able to educate the next generations in such a way they wouldn’t live in fear in breaking rules. Part of educating them consist of showing them the right way on how to channel out these negative emotions, substituting these thoughts in a positive way by helping them compose goals in life, and executing self-discipline.
I was thinking about conducting a seminar for the parents on how to keep an open-mind when communicating with their kids, especially when they have teenagers. I think it’s important that the parents should be able to educate their kids without sounding like their nagging, or creating that sense of fear when it comes to talking about the dangers of these vices. I mean one things can’t be totally bad. For every yang there has to be a certain yin to it, after all.
Baby amber was sitting down on the carpet, while sitting her bowl of Tamarind Broth when her brother was jumping over her head. She laughed every time her brother leaps past her. Then all of a sudden she screamed, “Ate Ki-!!” What happened to the letter M sound? haha