A little girl sits down on a bench with her teddy bear companion, as usual, when she goes out to the park to play.
The little girl was feeling exceptionally moody today, and so she started a little conversation with her furry dear companion…
Lil Girl: “Teddy, me is feeling a little bit…jaded today.”
Teddy: “Jaded is a big word for a small girl like you! How do you know the word?” *pats girl’s head in excitement*
Lil Girl: “Well, me made it up…just like how a coral stone of mine faded from green to grey yesterday…so the word jaded is how I feel like the stone today.”
Teddy: “Wow! Big girl now aye? So why jaded?”
Lil Girl: “Me is jaded with friends…friend-ship.
My friends disappoint me sometimes, and sometimes I wonder why. Are they really my friends? Or are we just playing to be friends?”
Teddy: *looks in wonderment and shakes his head* “My friend, do not be jaded because of your friends. If they are really and truly your friends, they will not jade you. Instead, they will fill you with happiness just like how balloons are filled up with so much happy air. Friends are also like balloons, my dear girl. Too many balloons in your hand, and you may lose track of them. Too many balloons, and some of them may fly away up into the sky. Those balloons who fly away are those you should not be too disappointed with, because when they fly away, just let them fly away, you can’t catch them back no matter how you jump anyway. Just remember there are a handful of good balloons still in your hand, tight and sure.”
Lil Girl: "I feel better now, Teddy! Thank you Teddy!” *hugs Teddy and skips into the park*
there is a certain kind of sadness
that is the most elusive,
yet it is the most dangerous kind.
it sticks to the inner cavities of your throat,
and lingers in your soul.
it is becoming the food for your body,
and food for your soul.
when can i start doing things that i really enjoy, that i really would be happy, and not just doing it for the practical, reality world?
when? when can i take charge?