It’s been a year since i last blow my birthday candle and how time flies. The candle of hope for a bright tomorrow lighting up my birthday wishes.
I just celebrated my birthday two days ago. Yes, i’m a year older and wiser yet i have the same birthday prayers and wishes as always.
I wish that my family will be bless all year through with good health. I wish that my parents live long enough to see their great grandchildren. I wish that my brother and my sister in law to be always in good shape so they can hug their grandchildren. I wish that my nephews and niece to be always safe and healthy so they can live a full life and achieve their dreams. And of course i wish to live happily ever after.😉
I don’t know why, but through the years it seems like a personal tradition to slice my birthday cake and blow the candles.
I don’t really need to blow the candle this time. All i need is to close my eyes and feel the light, be grateful for the treasures that i have, a great loving family i am so blessed to be with.
And when my birthday celebration has died down and everyone is done with their birthday greetings. I look at the leftover of my birthday cake with the missing candle, this time wishing something else not just for myself.
I wish that the missing candle will always serve as light. Light when the world feel a certain darkness.
I have never imagine that i would be wishing something for the world on my birthday. My birthday wishes are always for myself and my family. But this time as i look at the world around me, my country and what’s happening beyond it, i wish for that two words that seem memorable only to beauty pageant patties…… world peace.
Yes, i wish for world peace. And i truly mean it.
Not only the kind of peace without gunfires and battles. But also the inner peace that comes within everyone. To be more kind and be more accepting of other people’s shortcomings and mistakes.
To win the battle against racism and bigotry. To be more open minded towards other people’s differences and culture. To be more understanding of other people’s religious beliefs. To be the candle that lights a dark path and show that even when the candle’s light was blown off, the splintered remaining wax will serve as a reminder that nothing in life was ever lost or wasted if it serves its purpose.
I know blowing the birthday candles doesn’t mean all dreams will be fulfilled, all wishes will come true.
Life isn’t a fairy tale. There’s more to life than my birthday wishes. And yes, sometimes wishes still ensnare me.
Dropping by at an art exhibit , i happened to see a cartoon artist. For a few dollars he’ll create your cartoon portrait.
Suddenly confusion, illusion or simply wild imagination made me think. If i will spend a few dollars, why would i need a sketch of my face? I have tons of photos on my facebook anyway. Besides, i can always look at the mirror and create a better portrait of myself, anytime for free , although sometimes looking at the mirror doesn’t lead to happy endings.🙂
So i rather spend that moment fulfilling a life long childhood dream……. to be one of those fairy tale divas.
Once again in my adult life i’m faced with a million dollar question:
If i could be a fairy tale character, who would i be?
Cinderella? Nope, i had a very happy childhood.
Sleeping Beauty? Hmm, true love kiss and a prince, almost , but my dad is not a wicked king. .
Okay, let’s try Snow White, but i don’t have a wicked stepmother.
Aha, since i consider myself beautiful, why not Belle in Beauty and The Beast?
Although i used to think that my past lovers are goodlooking, i soon discover they are really beasts, or is it just me turning into a witch after consulting my magical mirror discovering that my exe’s would rather have a young beautiful naive maiden than a power driven envious ambitious queen? No, still not me. I was never fascinated by a talking teapot anyway.
How about The Little Mermaid? I love the ocean but i can never be Ariel. I can’t sing and swim at the same time.
Definitely, i will never be Rapunzel. I refuse to believe that only a man can rescue me. I’ve got my wits and my long hair, i can be my own hero.
I almost give up, until i noticed a Dickies printed shirt worn by a passing stranger. Since the word “dick” always excites me, i think i’d rather go for Dick Tracy’s movie. What else but ‘Who framed Roger Rabbit.”
No way, i’m not gonna be Roger. Yes, I am Jessica Rabbit!
Although Jessica is such a cheater (i’m always faithful when i’m in love), the only reason i love her is her red va va voom dress, curvacious body (which i know i’ll never have) and that super mega red lipstick, that ever flashy red heels and her vivaciousness in making men salivate with her presence.
I’m not saying that women without curves aren’t sexy. Sexiness is a state of mind of course.
It’s just that, Jessica can hold a gun sometimes even better than a man can. Although, I admit that sometimes she acts like a narcissistic bitch (but who isn’t narcissistic in the current world of instagram kingdom?), still her fiery action filled comedy story reminds me that happy endings are not always about kisses.
Enough said, yes i am jessica rabbit , with or without that eight inch carrot stick.
Just curious, how about you, who would you be? Don’t worry i’m not judgmental. After all, it’s just fairy tale.🙂
Staring at the blank moving wall, now called wallpaper, memories keep flashing like a movie scene. I’m still in a state of confusion as to what usually follows after finishing the sentence not with a period but with a colon that never belong to a conjunction of a subliminal past and paradoxical present.
i truly cannot understand why a tinge of justification was needed for that fleeting moment of indecision or bad judgment. Nope, it is not to be judged, i know in due time i will understand the truth.
The truth in not knowing the value of the moment until it became a memory. That obsequious feeling of driving a wheel , disregarding the traffic rules inspite of knowing that dangers will be waiting for breaking the stone that rocks the cradle.
The cradle that was all taken care of from infancy to puberty. The adolescence of the mind brainwashing humans that ignorance is a bliss, until adulthood teaches you that it’s only a bliss if you take the risk.
The paradox of following your bliss believing that you can strive for anything. Anything is possible, even screaming sky is the limit. You can have anything but not everything. An oxymoron parable that sounds better than the aesop’s fable.
The fable that shows human frailties using the art of narrating the pros and cons of an action with its lessons. Realization of the long forgone wishes. Pushing boundaries and eventually stepping over them. The pursuit to fill your bucket list with the unending whispers that the story is not over yet but too late to edit the page.
Yes, the book was already printed, but the story is not over yet.
I saw a photo on my friend’s facebook page. In a split second I asked her if I can steal it. Well, that’s hyperbole but truthfully, this wonderful scenery stole my heart away. So i make a colorful collage out of that photo as i glanced at that beautiful scenery , an inspiration to create a wonderful poetry.
As she was driving on Vancouver highway on a beautiful Sunday morning, this scene didn’t escape her sight. She instantly grab her phone and captured the scene.
Beautiful. How a simple photo can change someone’s day. It made her stop and made me smile. Life is beautiful . We just have to appreciate it.
Driving on life’s busy highway, obstructions sometimes give in. Preoccupied with so many things to do, so many goals to achieve and dreams to fulfill, we forgot to see the sky and just view the road within.
The changing colors of your sky depending on the season of your life. Sometimes nature brings out its natural colors but most of the time it changes depending on the bifocals of your sights..
The sky being blue when your heart is in raging red. The pastel colors that you see when someone tickles you in pink. Or is it being green when you recall that moment on that cold mountain spring?
The northern lights that never cease to amaze you, just like that love that always puzzles you.
The hues you’ll never knew unless you’ve got the courage to try something new.
So what is the color of your sky? The color that you’ll always see , as you paint it the way you feel it.