Letters to Life

Letters to Life (21)

“Sometimes the most beautiful gift comes wrapped up in the ugliest paper”
– Random Paper Wisdom –

Dear Life,

Today I am keeping it short: why was that old man waving a slice of bread at me during my Wednesday run? I mean, I get why he was carrying a bread with him to the duck pond, but really: why did he take out one slice and waved it at me?

I thought I was meant to improve my trust in the good intentions of my fellow human beings? I thought we established not all men I see during my runs are rapists and not all women are out to tear me apart and rob me of my few belonging and my self-esteem? That I’d grow less paranoid instead of more?

Then why did you have an old creepy man wave bread at me? Why did you make him think it was either funny or would lure me to him? Why did you make him stare like that?

I mean, I know I am cute and all (it’s one of my physical blessings – just like I have got great hips), but I do not look like a hungry duck! Nah ah! Have you ever seen a duck with fluorescent blue-greenish running shoes? I don’t think so.

Sometimes you baffle me, Life. Like when you asked me to bake a chocolate cake for my sister. She didn’t seem too thrilled (well, at least she ate a piece), nor was she excited when I gave her the remaining half to take home. I practically had to thrust it into her arms!

I suppose my sister asked herself why I nearly threw half a chocolate cake at her, just as much as I wonder why someone would wave at me with a piece of bread.

But you probably have your reasons for that.

Like the paper-wisdom at the top, I hope my sister was secretly thrilled with her sweet surprise (wrapped in an ugly plastic concealer bag) as much as the hungry ducks at the pond were with that extra slice of bread.

In the end, at least nobody ended up being hungry.

X,
Samantha

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Letters to Life

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“I conceal the good I have done and will proclaim the good that has befallen me”
– Random Paper Wisdom –

Dear Life,

You become so much more valuable to me when your twin sister Death is lurking around the corner.

Last Wednesday I received the news that my godmother, who’s been in hospital earlier this year with heart problems, is back in there. Again with heart issues. This time it seems more serious than last time, as her heart has taken on the hobby of beating incredibly slow or super fast at irregular intervals. For now, she’s doing okay, but the episodes keep coming back when she least expects it. She’s awaiting transfer to an academic hospital where they can, hopefully, treat her better and come up with a permanent solution. It’s needless to say we’re all very worried for her, but I’ll say it anyway.

It’s difficult to appreciate what you have when you have it. The thought of losing my aunt (or anyone I care about, really), scares me. Sure, we all die and nobody lives forever, but somehow that is how we look at the World. We assume, subconsciously, that the people we love are going to be around for eternity, but truth is they won’t. There will come a day my aunt will lose this battle, or maybe another battle, and also a day I’ll lose my parents, my sisters (maybe I’ll go first), my pets.

Nothing very exciting to look forward to, but situations like this one with my godmother/aunt, Life, always remind me of how precious you are. How I constantly forget to appreciate not only you, but also what you’ve given the people around me.

This afternoon I sat in my parent’s backyard, reading a novel that is not too hard to read, but way too hard to put down. All of a sudden, though, I was distracted by a distant sound: someone was practising playing their cello.

There are two music instruments that always manage to pinpoint out where in my body my soul is hidden, and the cello is one of them.

Although the player clearly wasn’t a professional (it was obvious they were rehearsing by the mistakes they made), it was very nice to hear them play. To pun it out, Life: their practising was literally music to my ears.

I sat for a few minutes and told my deceased friend C. that this was my “joyful moment of the day” (I try to find one each day, like she did). A good book, a cup of tea and someone giving me a free cello concert. What more could I possible desire?

You can be so beautiful and good to us, Life, and today felt like a treat, so thank you! I hope tomorrow you’ll bring more joy, but if you don’t, at least I’ll get to tell everyone how good you were to me today.

X,
Samantha


Super version of Take On Me, and those cellos send good shivers down my spine!
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Ain’t that the truth (you know me: I can’t resist a pun when I see one!).

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