Executed to a tee

Even if things come forth better than expected, there is no such thing as perfection. In fact, the definition of perfect is so ambiguous that no one could ever see eye to eye in that respect, because each human’s definition of a perfect or wondrous life varies. It is why when we spread kindness to others, we should not expect perfection — only the best of our heart’s noble and graceful intentions would do.

Last night, an elderly woman was walking feebly from one foot to the other with the aid of her walker. I noticed that, as I passed her, she had no gloves on. I imagined that if she had gloves, then she would put them on. My heart and I desired ever so much to do something for her, so I ran to the dance studio just around the corner where I was to practice and asked people if they would have a pair of gloves to spare for this woman, having explained why I needed them. I had none of my own; otherwise, I would have given her mine right then and there on the sidewalk. To no avail, I exited the studio and considered running to a nearby store someone had recommended to me, but not until I approached the lady first. I knew she wouldn’t go far and as I approached her, I saw that two other fellow humans had already come to her aid.

“Excuse me? Do you know this woman?” I asked one of the strangers.
“No, not at all. We just got here.”
“Oh, because, you see, she doesn’t -” my eyes diverted to the woman huddled behind. “I wanted to get you a pair of gloves. Your hands must be freezing.”
“Oh, I’m fine,” she answered with this tremulous voice. The man spoke for her, saying that she’s just staying at the hotel a few feet away, and the two strangers were keeping her company in the meantime.
“But that’s so kind of you to offer,” the gentleman added. Then the elderly woman spoke: “I can’t get a good grip of these handles with my gloves anyway.”
We parted ways with hearty thanks and blissful smiles. My what an evening that was. Even more so that there were two strangers who had taken time away from their lives to help her. How wonderful it was, even if I’d had this whole scenario painted in my mind, wherein I would give her the gloves or purchase them at a nearby store, as I’d intended to do, all as a gift of kindness from one stranger to another.

That is kindness, fellow humans. It is a wondrous gift that has no intended price tag or monetary value. It is the indefatigable communion between beings interspersed on this plain. It is a moment in which two or more hearts become one, tethered in exchanges of warmth and of joy.

Do what you can. We simply must, for that is perfection in itself! The world will always have good superimposed with the bad, but good will always prevail as long as we do what we can. Love one another as much as one can love. When a moment is given to love in this way, do not renounce it; rather, we must embrace it and think of nothing else. And if such moments are not given, then seek them out. =)


Kindness has varying dialects

As I entered into a restaurant, I saw that the next door leading inside was about to open. A mere tremor of the door to go ajar was enough for me to dash to the door leading outside. Two men emerged and looked at me with intrigue as I kept a legitimate smile on my face and one arm to lift the door against the wind. “Thanks man,” one said to me, and “Thank you,” said the other. “It’s not a problem,” I replied. “Take it easy, fellas.” I speak in the language of the people for whom I perform kindness, choosing, for what little I know of them, my words well.

Nature vs Nurture is a classic psychological study that demonstrates the scope of humans in different areas driven by their surroundings. One human may perceive kindness differently from another; even when I slightly bow my head as I open the door, some have looked at me perplexed as though they did not understand me. If they were to say, “Why would anyone open a door for me like that?”

“Well, why not?” I would answer.

I think that the question they were really asking was, “Why didn’t I understand him?” Essentially, it’s the initial response. Some really haven’t the foggiest at first, and then they recall movies they’d seen or books they’d read, or even observations they’d made. In the latter case, the more we perform kindness for others, the more they would learn from this language and embody it, speaking it to others in the most influential manner. Sometimes it isn’t even a matter of what one says as what one does. Body language encompasses — gosh, I don’t recall — 90% of our body, I believe. At any rate, it is the larger proportion, so it should be used rightly.

I’d mentioned this in another post how it is frightening when some humans simply do not understand my gestures when I open a door, for instance. They are always of good intent. I like to slightly bow my head and form a crook in my elbow as I bid them enter. Fortunately, a larger proportion of them respond favorably. So it definitely works, one way or another. Essentially, we all know this language, even if it is not second-nature.

Then, like any other language, there is the cursing, one’s misuse of a language to portray anger and bitterness towards fellow humans. This is not the way. No one deserves such foul language. In fact, my girlfriend told me how she’d been surrounded by some members of a committee who were debating through the use of foul language. It is most unusual to even consider cursing in a workplace, especially during a meeting and most especially when someone is hurt as a result. So when a meeting is conducted with a primary goal being one’s understanding and/or completion of something, then why should the same conduct not be used anywhere else? Well, it should. Meanness does not achieve that goal in the meeting of hearts.

And what if kindness is used for something unjust? It can have a nice looking garment embossed with glimmer and delight; yet beneath the cloak is a foul miscreant with wicked intentions. This is not the way. Anything one does should be for the overall good. There can also be success for the one doing good, or there are other purposes of one’s goodness as long as they are noble — as long as the kindness is there, that’s what matters.

So let us make kindness a universal language. Be kind to others as much as possible, in a way they understand, in no matter what situations we find ourselves, as no one deserves our pain; they already have their own hardships. For kindness is peace in heart, knowing that there is good inside and it is just overflowing with the desire to be good within and without. And peace, fellow humans, is the warm embrace of the language of kindness in all its lovely dialects for all the different humans out there:

“Peace. It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart.”
-unknown (my girlfriend’s mug =)

In the tree of life

This is inspired from something I read on the Internet thanks to this quote, consisting of God’s words spoken by the prophet Isaiah in the coming of Christ:

“Behold, my servant whom I have chosen, my beloved with whom my soul is well pleased. I will put my Spirit upon him, and he will proclaim justice to the Gentiles. He will not quarrel or cry aloud, nor will anyone hear his voice in the streets; a bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not quench, until he brings justice to victory; and in his name the Gentiles will hope.” Essentially, a human disposes something that is no longer useful.

I wish to begin with something that occurred the night before. I was driving to my girlfriend’s place and, having activated my signal, stopped to turn into the parking area. Oncoming cars were passing, and it wasn’t long until I advanced forward to start the turn. All of a sudden, a car, facing the same direction as I, sounded his horn as he stood next to me. I discovered that he was behind me and was trying to cut me off by entering into the adjacent lane where oncoming traffic had passed. Once I entered into the complex, he sped forward impatiently with this air as though I’d done something wrong when in fact it was he.

At any rate, this isn’t about who is right and who is wrong. My girlfriend told me later that there are some who are simply not well inside: it isn’t a question of health but rather of broken self-esteem. There is no single person out there who is better off or worse off than anyone else; and I do mean no single person. Jealousy stirs when someone is famous or rich, living a comfortable life – and then the age old irony comes forth in which this subset of humans is not well inside. For them, it is a matter of living a feigned existence through palpable circumstances. In the case of the rich, they come off as beautiful, glimmering. And then those who are not rich may have an air that is not so appealing. What makes any person better than anyone else? No one is better than anyone else.

I do not like this qualitative scale. We are all happy and we are all suffering. That is that. I do not believe that everyone is completely in the latter, for such a life is impossible. Therefore, as I stated in my previous post, we must learn to accept both the good elements and the bad: to not be a slave to either one completely. Balance is important.

For me, it is through love that I live. For quite some time, I had not fancied the human race and preferred to be alone. I still prefer it, but my love for humans grows more and more. I am getting better, and no matter the impatient fellows on the streets or the gloom dripping down some faces like sweat and tears, I continue to love humans as much as I can without judging anyone.

This means that, when it comes to being kind to others, there is no logic, no statistic that should lock up a heart’s desire to be heard. One time, I spoke to my mother how someone had helped a blind man up from the ground because he’d tripped in the middle of the street as cars were waiting. One man had come to help, and my mother, though sympathetic towards such a kind deed, said that he could very well have faked it so as to do some unlawful thing, like stealing the man’s money. I am certain that the last thing that man thought about was the possibility of being robbed. The heart and mind are meant to complement one another; if logic were to overpower the heart, that blind man would not have been saved. It really does come down to balance, knowing that even if the man were robbed, he had money in his pocket and was able, unharmed, to give it to someone. Life moves on after that.

But what can we take from our experiences as life moves on? What can we do when there are those with a cup of bitter juices squeezed arduously by impatient, trembling fingers as they take whatever fruit can be found from the ground? To live life is to climb the tree and make the effort to retrieve finer fruits, because that is how life should be lived. Life should not be lived easily. To climb a tree requires effort, knowing that some branches will not be as strong, or some will just be out of reach, but you must continue. You must. And when a community of kindness spreads in the tree of life, someone will be there to help you to a distant branch or to keep you from falling.

That is why I have learned to be better when it comes to my faith in humanity. Because I know that as I continue to help others, through anything at all that I can do, it will strengthen a branch upon which someone else will climb later. And through my experiences, no matter what they are and no matter what comes forth, I can help someone who may be climbing well and needs help to reach a distant branch. I will be there for my loved ones with all my heart and soul, and I will be there for other humans as much as I can.

My cup is not the same as others, though the taste from one cup to the other may be all too familiar. We all have our respective experiences, our respective joys and woes, and those experiences will bring bitter times as we drink the cup we are served, but we must have faith, fellow humans. =) We must help those who are in need and those who are not. We must help ourselves within so as to serve humanity with the respect that they deserve. Respect one another and continue to climb, helping others along the way. That is a life we must all procure some how. =)

“Either make the tree good and its fruit good, or make the tree bad and its fruit bad, for the tree is known by its fruit. You brood of vipers! How can you speak good, when you are evil? For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks. The good person out of his good treasure brings forth good, and the evil person out of his evil treasure brings forth evil. I tell you, on the day of judgment people will give account for every careless word they speak, for by your words you will be justified, and by your words you will be condemned.”
– Matthew 12:33-37

To each his inner known

For quite some time, I have had the sense of being one with my inner spirit. One space. Water dripping to my face like ripples to a puddle. I would feel almost translucent sometimes when I take a shower, relying on the water to fill me within. One time, I was in a pretty simple hotel room, modestly priced, just somewhere to stay so I could travel. There wasn’t an elevator, and that wouldn’t be so bad except that my duffle bag was pretty heavy. So I climbed quite a few flights of stairs to arrive to my room, but I was thankful when I felt my heart flitting behind my chest. No matter the good and challenging times, we must be thankful for what we have, from the lungs with which to breathe air to the heart with which to feel each gasp, each wheeze, each time the chest recedes to the ribs with each breath.

After I’d dropped my belongings in my room and relieved myself of my clothes, I walked over to the shared bathroom for that floor and locked the door. Paths of water traveled down my skin like veins of a water sprite. I felt imbued by it, soaking every callus from hard times, every wrinkle from moments of stress. On that evening, I went down on my knees, as there were no means to keep myself from slipping. There was also no support for the hose, so I held it between my clasped hands in prayer. I was thankful to be alive, thankful to feel with my heart and with the receptors beneath my skin. This means accepting the challenging moments as well.

Like an epiphany I realized that, even though I’d always known it and still do, I found myself taking things for granted. I have shelter to protect me from the storms. I have my family whom I love ever so much. I have, after much time and subsiding avidity, a girlfriend whom I love — and my love for her grows like a flower in winter; we have our respective issues, but one of us seems to pull through to help the other. Before she and I even met, I’d made a vow that I would be content with what I have now — my health, my family, my shelter, my writing, my job — without the need for a woman in my life. I was willing to live that way, knowing that I would be happy and make myself so without entering into desperation and temptation, as some do when a mate is lacking. I put myself in an inner state of knowledge so that I could be better within and without.

And I know that the struggle persists. It’s irrevocable. I still continue to shower in that way sometimes, kneeling beneath the cascading water, making myself endogenous with the water that drapes me like a veil. No matter how good things become or how difficult they are, we mustn’t forget about how good it is to be stronger than the former self. The veil drapes me from above, and I become a cocoon, a shell impenetrable until I may grow wings and soar in noble change; and I know that with newly-given wings I will fall. It happens when the wings grow hard and unstable. Tension builds and the lightness needed to fly grows cumbersome, and we fall. Then the cycle repeats.

But faith, fellow humans, is when we soar yet again, and each time we soar higher and longer than the last. And time is on a different axis altogether. I speak not of the rotation around the sun but, rather, of the sun within us. I’ve mentioned this before, but it’s because it is oh so important to not let the light fade, for if we do not persist as the earth rotates, the sun will not rise from the night.

So what does this have to do with kindness? Everything!

I love to do what I can to help the humans around me – everything from opening a door and offering a seat to speaking kind words. However, there is the classic phrase: the best thing one can do is nothing. I do whatever I can to help because I love it, but you needn’t do as much if you don’t want to. It is how we place ourselves in a crowd; just as a heart is cradled in the centre of our bones, so too do we bcome our best selves without having to try so hard to be accepted. We need to think of ourselves and not concern ourselves with what others think. Obviously, we have those who are important in our lives: family, relatives, guardians, loved ones – I’m referring to unconditional love, something that requires no persistence.

I knew that I would find something right away when I googled an author of whom I am quite fond, Paulo Coelho, who wrote in his book “Aleph”:

“Don’t be intimidated by other people’s opinions. Only mediocrity is sure of itself, so take risks and do what you really want to do.”

There is also another quote that I like:

“Only two things can reveal life’s great secrets: suffering and love.”

I pray under both of those circumstances. Love persists when there is a reason for it to persist. At one point – not that evening but another time – I prayed vehemently, and it has led me to change for which I am greatly thankful, for love overpowers the suffering. Therefore, I am thankful for both. It took me quite some time to be thankful in that way, and I know that there is so much more to experience. We must be ready. After all, we become a product of our inner self. So nourish it rightly with the goodness it so deserves, and the result will be revealed for all to see on the outside like a butterfly in Spring time.

Keep the faith, fellow humans! =)

This is what my heart sounds like…

I absolutely love this piece and I have a connection with this piece. I literally feel as though my heart bounces up and down like a basketball in a confined room. And I find myself jumping up and down like the room! 🙂

I was listening to the final movement of Tchaikovsky’s violin concerto in my car on the way home from work. I couldn’t resist. Here you have it, everyone. Please watch and listen to this. 😀

What a Lovelitastic bunch of views

In one month, 186 pairs of eyes have witnessed this blog. 🙂

The word “lovelitastic” is one I often use in my vocabulary most rightly to convey joy, for each view towards this blog is like a drop of succulent honey from a blazing sun. From my heart, I mean every word, and if I were in a vast forest, I would see fresh, green leaves, trees more gargantuan than city buildings, and birds singing melodies in commemoration of what is to me an auspicious week. 🙂

Thank you most kindly for viewing my blog. Whether you are a passing set of eyes or a follower like some, we all have one thing in common: a heart. And with it we may spread kindness just as I and others have done, whether in big or little ways. Do what you can and may this blog be a lovely reminder of the little things that bring big hopes for a bright, sunny sky with fantastic colors tinging the vast skies.

To be frank, I also wish to put up excerpts of my works some day, being an aspiring writer, when the number of followers/frequent visitors goes up higher. This is a pursuit inexplicably pertinent to my heart, and I am oh so happy that I can do something that favors both my heart as well as the hearts of others who come through here.

My utmost respects to you, fellow humans! =)

Don’t shut the door! Even if you’re letting in a draft.

I rather felt something when reading the definition of a draft. It is defined as a current of air in an enclosed area.

There was a period of time in which I felt quite alone. My family was overseas and the few friends with whom I had some resemblance of a rapport were not really people with whom I wanted to be when I felt alone. So I went to a bar and, with a glass of red in one hand, read a book. I like to read. When I was in high school, I hadn’t fancied such things. I was reading because it was necessary.

I love to read and I love to write also, which is why I do it. I love to make people happy and I love to write about the things I do. That is why I started this blog. It’s my journal of kindness. As I continue to do things, I will share them with others because we need to know that, as much as such gentle energies can be reached, it is just a breath of fresh air. The beauty of kindness is that there is no logic or reason to it. It is as natural as breathing air. I’ve come to realize something, and it partly has to do with something I’d done when my family wasn’t with me during a period of time.

I liked to open doors for people. When I was feeling down or confused or just taken aback from the work I was doing, one of the things I did was open doors for people. It made me feel good. There was a cinema in the middle of town — the only one, really — and I’d noticed that the doors were rather heavy for some people to open. I don’t know the science of it, but I gave it a try myself when I first went to that cinema, and it was like pulling a suction hose from its socket. Then, like the hose unhinged from the hooks of air pockets wedged inside, the door just jerked open.

I held it open for one person. Then a couple more. And sometimes a bunch of people passed through, almost each and every one of them with a smile.

“No, no, it’s okay. I have the door here opened for you.”
“Do you work here?” some asked me.
I ducked my head, a little abashed, and humbly said no. “I just want to spread kindness. That’s all.”

It was the way I did it, too, I’m sure, because I would slightly bow my head and bid them enter or exit with a crook in my arm.

I felt so good and I’m sure that I just gave them a nice bit of fresh, unexpected air. I could see it in their eyes when they looked at me with this surprised, and sometimes confused, look. It’s confusing because within the atmosphere are different people with different beliefs. Isn’t it frightening when there are those who find such acts of kindness foreign and unusual?

I find that when one is rude, it’s like storing air greedily in one place where no living creature may enter. Rudeness is suffocating, really. Yes, there is evil in the world, too, but it is superimposed with good. It is, I believe, even exceeded by good. Someone told me once that when a prisoner escapes, we must have the faith that he will not harm us.

I don’t know where such air-thieving fiends exist. I, as we all do, may sense it somewhere in the street, almost like a sixth sense. It’s not fair to bring harm to any single person, and it is unfortunate that one should receive harm for his or her ill-gotten ways because there’s always a choice.

The prisoner bit is a bit of an extreme, but even in the degree of having an argument with a loved one, or the coming of jealousy or of spite, remember that the heart doesn’t beat faster so as to shout louder; rather, the heart is telling us to stop it!

So let us not be unheeding when a heart beats so. Let us open the door of our hearts and embrace our respective purposes, for inside is a treasure most solemn and valuable and enduring through difficult times. And sometimes, some people lose strength, so let us help them to open their doors, too.

We all have a reason to live. We all breathe the same air. Open a door for someone and bow your head to them respectfully. I assure you that a large percentage of them will love it, just as they have shown it to me. =)