I Have to Start Taking My Own Advice

You know what,

I’m guilty of not taking and listening to my own advice and I realised that if I don’t start swallowing that bitter medicine, I wouldn’t be better than where I am today.

I mean, most of us are guilty of this.

We are guilty of giving advice to someone else that we, ourselves, will not practise. We tell others to work hard but we don’t. We tell others to aim for the stars but we don’t. We tell others to take the risk but we don’t.

And I realised that it is a lost on our part because most of the advice that we give others are actually effective and true.

We advise others to do the things we do not want to do because we envisioned them to be our stronger self, the successful self. We want them to achieve what we decided not to achieve even though we have the potential for it. We want them to succeed because we know that deep inside, it is a painful journey that we do not want to tread.

But ultimately, it is our lost. My lost.

So, I’ve decided to swallow that bitter medicine for my own good.


It is never easy

It is never easy.

No one said it was.

If it is, everybody would be doing it.


Success is painful.

And to achieve success, one has to be willing to go through all of that pain.

A successful person never settles for ‘good’, they will only rest if they are the best in what they do.

And to do that, they spend countless hours perfecting their craft, making something every single day.

Are you that kind of a person?

What have you been creating, every single day?

Tears down His Cheeks

He hugged her with tears streaming down his cheeks. He felt like a child around her, his tears wetting her shirt.

“Hey,” she whispered softly into his ear.

“I love you,” he mumbled between sobs. “I’ve always loved you and I’ve been missing you ever since you’ve died.”

“I love you too,” she said as she caressed his cheeks and wiped his tears away. “I’m glad, I’m really glad that you didn’t regret meeting me even though I’ve caused you so much pain all these years. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I will never regret meeting you, all those memories that we’ve shared together were the happiest moments of my life and I would not trade them for anything.”

“My dear?” he said.


“I just want to say that I’m thankful, thankful that I was able to be part of your life and you, a part of mine. All these years, you have constantly been on my mind, and every night, I’ve been dreaming of touching the warmth of your skin and feeling the coolness of your breath. I’ve missed your cute laughter, your wide smile and the way your eyes lit up when you see food. I’ve missed the way that we can talk about nothing for hours and laugh at each others’ horrible jokes. Most of all, I’ve missed the little quirks that make you, you. I’ve missed you, my love, and I’m glad that I have this chance to say all of that to you.

I will love you, no matter what.”


Taking things for granted

Don’t take things for granted.

Especially your loved ones.

No one here lives forever, not even your family and friends.

One day, they might be there smiling and laughing with you,

And the next hour,

They might be lying cold on their beds.

Do you know why we experience so much pain when a loved one dies?

Because their existence becomes a memory,

A thing of the past.

They are no longer tangible.

We are unable to hear their voices, feel the heat from their skin, or receive the warmth of their love.

All of that becomes a memory,

And memories can be forgotten.

We are so afraid that we would lose all of that,

We are afraid that we would forget about them,

And how people might forget about us when we die.


Do you know who your grandparents are from 5 generations ago?

What about your great-grandparents?


It is precisely something like that that we are really afraid of.

Living a life that would just be forgotten.

Just like how memories can be forgotten.


A perfect dream

She looked up at me with her big, brown eyes.

She raised her hands up,

Begging me to lift her.


She has a full head of hair,

Jet black in colour,

Tied in a loose ponytail.


She’s so beautiful,

Just like her mother,

And I hope,

That’ll she’ll grow up to be,

Kind, caring and loving,

Just like her mother.


I bent down,

Lift her up,

And gave her a kiss on the cheek,

She giggled and hugged my neck,

Her head resting against mine.


Her mother looked at me and smiled,

And come to hug the both of us,

A soft bump,

barely seen,

The four of us,

In a long embrace.


That is the perfect family,

In my opinion,

The perfect dream,

That I would want to be in.



Haven’t Figured it Out

When you’re in your 20s, everyone expects you to have everything figured out.

But you don’t.

You’re in a mess,

Lying in a bed filled with dirty clothes.

You sat up, surveying the room,

It’s filled with all kinds of trash.

You pulled the curtains and opened the windows, the early morning sunlight blinding your eyes. It’s early, it’s Sunday.

You took a pair of shorts from the floor and put it on. You looked at your phone. Notifications filled the screen.

“Mom (2 missed calls)”

You thought to yourself, “What does she want?”.

You pulled the glass door open and entered the shower. A quick rinse and some soap and you’re out.

Boiled water and a packet of instant coffee.

You flipped your Macbook screen open and with a few clicks, you began to write.