I Wish You Enough

It’s a great story. Read it.
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Recently I overheard a mother & daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.

Standing near the security gate, they hugged & the mother said, 'I love you, and I wish you enough.' The daughter replied, 'Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom.'

They kissed & the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see she wanted & needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy, but she welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?'

'Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?'.

'I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' she said.

'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough.' May I ask what that means?'

She began to smile. 'That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.' She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and she smiled even more.

'When we said, 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them.' Then turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory.

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.

I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.

End.

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I wish you enough :-)

My Family

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The thing about trust and hope is to believe. To believe that you can trust a person. To believe that there is hope. What happens when you don’t know what to believe anymore? Do we have to keep on trying?

Open House

I bought this book simply because it is in the list of Oprah Book Club Selection. Overall, there’s nothing special about this book. Very easy reading and my brain doesn't have to stop, think and read the whole sentence again. How come Oprah chooses this book. Entahlah. It’s a sad story but not to sad, one with a happy ending: woman loses self, finds self, meets man, and lives happily ever after. There’s goes my RM29.30. Luckily I purchase it online – ebook version – which is cheaper.

When good intention Meaningless

I’m upset. I don’t understand how my good intention being misunderstood. I shoot an email. The email has been misunderstood and perceived as I’m trying to control and take charge of a club. Someone did mention that I shouldn’t be involved in organizing any activities for the club.

Is it wrong to give helping hand and support? I don't get any cents out of it. I don’t have hidden agenda. But since this is the case, I decided to drop all this. Why should I contribute when they only see the bad in me.

Sepi

Cinta was a good movie. Therefore when Sepi was released I promised myself to go and watch it. Among the three short stories, Imaan & Khalil is the best and Sufi & Marya the weakest. But, I prefer Cinta over Sepi.

Is loosing someone over death is more tragic than loosing someone due to loss of love? I’ve been there. I find. I lost.

Same Mistake - James Blunt

So while I'm turning in my sheets

And once again I cannot sleep

Walk out the door and up the street

Look at the stars beneath my feet

Remember rights that I did wrong

So here I go

Hello, hello

There is no place I cannot go

My mind is muddy but

My heart is heavy does it show

I lose the track that loses me

So here I go

And so I sent some men to fight

And one came back at dead of night

Said he'd seen my enemy

Said he looked just like me

So I set out to cut myself

And here I go

I'm not calling for a second chance

I'm screaming at the top of my voice

Give me reason, but don't give me choice

Cause I'll just make the same mistake again

And maybe someday we will face

And maybe talk but not just speak

Don't buy the promises cause

There are no promises I keep

and my reflection troubles me

So here I go

I'm not calling for a second chance

I'm screaming at the top of my voice

Give me reason, but don't give me choice

Cause I'll just make the same mistake

So while I'm turning in my sheets

And once again I cannot sleep
Walk out the door and up the street

Look at the stars
Look at the stars falling down

And I wonder where

Did I go wrong

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I’ve been watching ps I love you the movie again and again until I fall asleep. Have you wondered how life can be so different when someone that you always be with suddenly leave, disappeared or dies. It’s difficult because what they left behind is the memory… and we have to live with it. We remember the way she/he dress, the way she/he smile, the conversation, the being and how we felt… and suddenly life will never be the same again.