Every Snapshot has a Story

seemingly quiet…

En route to a popular coastal destination…

I could not help but stop driving to take a snapshot of this idyllic landscape…or so it seems.

I thought I was lucky to have captured this moment only to realise that I am now one of many drivers who has broken the tranquility of this scene.

What I See


I sit and eat and
through the glass wall
I watch and see
all creatures, you and me.

Cheerful ones sprint
jump and run
Mothers and infants
twinned by prams

slow and fast-paced,
some swift and rushed
all creatures today
move and on their way

each with a purpose
come what may
faces, steps and gaits
intend to where they’ll be.

All creatures, you and me
I watch and see.
through the glass wall
I sit and eat.

Inspired by observing people one fine day.


The Path…

poem by dehl. inspired by the hesitation to follow a dream.

We all have the desire to achieve. In order to fufill that, we ought to do something. Sitting and waiting will definitely not help. Act now or never. Have the courage to make the first move and take that all-important first step onto a path you know will lead to your goal.

GO…

But do not rush. Rather, take one step at a time. Achieving a goal requires patience as the path leading to it will undoubtedly present itself with obstacles. Pessimistic? Maybe, but you and I have lived long enough to realize that there has never been a straight and an easy way to getting what we want.

KEEP WALKING, though difficult. Acknowledge that the journey is not perfect…

Life itself is neither simple nor straightforward. We often contend with personal and worldly hurdles to be able to enjoy a smooth-sailing existence. Our pursuit of that which we want to achieve becomes easier if we accept that there are inevitable hindrances along the way.

TAKE A BREAK…Rest.

We have to work hard towards what we aim to accomplish. It can be done instantaneously or longer than planned. Some of our strategies can be successful or not. All of these can result to physical and mental exhaustion. Know when to stop and renew that depleted energy.

DON’T GIVE UP.

Keep on going. Never lose hope. The end result we want becomes less elusive as we trudge along. The path we decided to follow will eventually lead to that which we so desire.

REFLECT…

Each stride we make onto this path to deal with the obstacles come with valuable lessons. Remember them. They will come in handy for chasing other goals and dreams.

Now, set a goal. Choose a path. Read the above all over again.

Waves Are Like…

(inspired by a quiet early morning stroll along the beach)

Waves come and go, like the people we encounter now and then.

They either come, stay and become significant parts of our lives. Or they come but go, thus leaving us with fleeting and/or lasting memories.

Waves are temperamental and at times, unsettling. Such are our daily struggles and troubles which may come smoothly or savagely. Either way and whether we are ready or not, we’ve got to deal with them. Or shall I say, ‘surf’ through them.

We often want problems to come slowly and mildly, giving us enough time to organize our thoughts and maybe even get creative on how to confront them. But just us the strong waves rush to shore, so too some of life’s negativities. They get slammed right infront of us.

Keep in mind though, that just as the waves come and go, so too are the challenges in our existence. As long as the planet exists, these waves will undoubtedly find their way back to you and me.

Suffice to say that as long as we breathe, there will be challenges to meet and greet:)

Waves can be seen as ordinary or otherwise.

Take a walk along the beach at sunrise. Put away your mobile phone. Be free to feel the fresh and cool morning breeze. Listen to the sound of the gentle splashing of the waves as they reach the land.

Beautiful. Peaceful. Soothing.

Quite out of the ordinary.

Unfortunately, just as the waves have the ability to bounce back and forth, life lost hasn’t and cannot. We all know it ends with one final gasp of air. The last breath.

This is a harsh reminder that we’ve only got one chance to live. One.

No matter how mundane it is, we have to make everyday of our existence worthwhile.

Now, take a break from the hectic hustle and bustle of your life and go to the beach…

(all photos are my shotsūüėä)

Seating Arrangements

It matters (a lot) to some people where they sit and with whom when attending any gathering.  Have you ever thought of declining an invitation to a party because you were dreading the seating arrangement?

How about the person who is assigned to allocate seats? ¬†It must be daunting because the person in charge of this task gets the most flak if perceived to be wrong. (my sympathiesūüėä)

Notwithstanding all its positive intentions, seating arrangements can be alienating for some. If you’re seated with people you barely know, you’ll have to worry about what to talk about and it might turn awkward if one is unable to maintain a free-flowing conversation.

When a group of ¬†friends is made to seat together and you’re not with yours, ¬†the thought of being treated unfairly kicks in.

Seating arrangements can also be deemed by others as degrading. When colleagues are seated with VIP’s and at the front, you, who are seated with strangers at the back or in one corner, would perceive it as being undervalued. Would you attend similar events again?

For those who are not bothered about seating arrangements, they’d appreciate the ¬†idea that they ought to get know more about other people. They can worry about who they are going to sit next to but at the same time, they get excited in anticipation. ¬†They are aware that they have to adapt and just look forward to that part of the party when the music starts and everyone abandons their seats with pleasure to freely mingle with anyone. That part of the party where the goers just let their hair down.

Well, sod the seating. Just be yourself and have fun,

Summer in and around Llandudno, North Wales

The Promenade and The Pier

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the view of the pier from the promenade

It was on a whim and a last-minute family decision to travel to North Wales and explore Llandudno which then turned out to be a pleasant discovery of an old-fashioned coastal town in a first-world country.

After an exhausting but uneventful six-hour drive from the South of England, we arrived at our hotel that was conveniently situated on the seafront and just a few steps away from the scenic Llandudno Promenade. The whole vista was indeed a welcome sight to behold!

It got my expectations of the town all hyped-up.

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main entrance of the hotel

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seafront and beyond

Determined to make the most of our short stay, we were at the promenade just as soon as we have unpacked. Our leisurely walk along the pebbled shore was accompanied by the intermittent squawking of flying seagulls. They seemed to be everywhere and spontaneously appearing out of nowhere! Well, that was an inevitability we have had to accept. These seabirds were bound to be visible in their natural habitat and territory.

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seagulls were everywhere and they squawked a lot!

We then came across a sandy part of the beach when we realised we’ve reached the mouth of Llandudno Pier. A waft of freshly baked donuts filled the air. They were a temptation one couldn’t say no to.

We gobbled up our donuts with gusto as we made our way towards the end of the pier. Noticeably audible as we plodded on was the familiar sound of country music. Hmmm. Definitely American. And so, there it was; a stall selling music CDs of just that! (yes, CDs. I did say ‘old-fashioned, right?)

I would say that it is rather a rarity in England to hear this music genre.

Before settling abroad,  I lived in a place in the Philippines listening to the likes of Johnny Cash and George Strait. To have been able to listen to them again in a pier in far-away Llandudno brought wonderful memories of home.

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Llandudno pier, the longest in Wales

Midway into the pier was a mini kiddie fair where families with young children got fascinated with the rides and games on offer. Llandudno is also a definite if you are looking for a family-friendly summer retreat.

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The panoramic view of the Llandudno coast from the longest pier in Wales was worth the trip. A glimpse of old hotel buildings lined up along the seaside is quite a landmark. No wonder Llandudno attracts a lot of visitors, old and young alike.

The same can be said about the view from a reasonably-priced boat ride that we took the next day.

Regrettably, the famous cable cars were not operational due to the windy weather.

A summer night stroll has revealed that¬†Elvis Presley is a common favourite in Llandudno. Many hotels that we have passed by featured a nightly entertainment of an Elvis impersonation…his music, his moves, attire and all.

And guess what? Our hotel did, too.

Our room was above the entertainment hall and as it was an old building, we could actually hear the reverberating sound of ‘Jailhouse Rock’ as we slept and looked forward to another summer day in Llandudno.

When Lightning Strikes Twice

Affirmative. It did. I have barely got back on my feet and started¬†believing that things were getting better, when, like the first time, lightning struck without warning. Another shocking truth revealed. This couldn’t be happening!

This time, it was more forceful, more poignant and more painful. It totally knocked me off balance.

I thought of all the others who got hit the first time and have been trying their best to move on. They have worked really hard hoping for that light at the end of the tunnel. But, has the strike of a second lightning, a more disheartening truth, rendered those efforts useless? And I can’t help but ask: Was I taken for a fool that I didn’t deserve to know the absolute truth the first time?

I am not angry. I don’t think I will ever be. However, I am deeply hurt to the core of my being. I may have every right to be. Well, give me that, at least.

What now?

My heart bleeds. I’m finding it difficult to breathe. Nevertheless, I have accepted the blow and have resolved to bravely live with it. Now and then, I force myself to stop those tears from flowing because crying neither stops nor changes the harsh reality of it all.

You see, discovering a lie for the first time, becomes an impetus for a massive shake-up of your personal beliefs.

Being struck with another lie the second time around, your world crumbles and then buries you with it. It numbs and sucks the life out you. It can kill.

What keeps me going? Unconditional love.
It stops me from blaming anyone including myself. Stop the blame. Live the game called life.

It makes me sane and be understanding of why lightning hasn’t struck once but twice.

It keeps the suffering under control.

Whatever happens next, unconditional love is a weapon that I am unable to surrender to the enemy. I will fight with it, not just today or tomorrow but definitely for eternity.