I've been busy with work. Steadily, my workload has increased and as I've been given more responsibility with jobs, I feel more confident. Even as summer comes to an end, I feel calm and happy. I can't say that my life is perfect. There are flaws as I have flaws. But having imperfect moments in my life has allowed me to treasure the perfect moments more. The past three weeks has involved some ups and downs but I think I've managed to find a steady ground. To be happy with myself and enjoy life.
To be able to share this joy with someone else would make me even happier but if it doesn't happen I'm still standing strong. I'm trying not to spend so much energy and time stressing over something that my not be in my control. This is partly why I've come to think that yoga would be good - deep breathing, long stretched poses and a time of meditation. I think I'll try it out this Saturday. I'll be sure to post my experience.
Speaking of experiences, I met up with my friend Darsan yesterday for dinner. A good friend from school, I see him every 3 months or so. One thing I noticed yesterday was how sweet he was. Even amongst the various guy friends I have, Darsan seemed to be the sweetest thus far. Although we are just friends, he still came around to my side of the door and opened it for me. When he drove me back to my car (since we only took one car) he walked me to my car (which wasn't very far from his) and once again opened the door for me. I'm the type of person who really appreciates small gestures like that. Then again, maybe Darsan knows that I'm a romantic and makes an effort to accommodate me when we meet. Nevertheless for something that doesn't cost a penny I think all guys should be more chivalrous. Still, I suppose everyone has their own way of showing their sweetness.
Somewhere deep inside us we all crave to be cared for and treasured by someone else. We all crave to be held. And if you ever feel let down, somewhere deep inside you, you'll find the spark of happiness you may be desperately seeking.
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