Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

Yesterday, today and tomorrow are all now.

‘I wish I can go back and change things’

I’m pretty sure we’ve all desired the same thing. Maybe some wished it openly, some kept it to themselves. We all have regrets. We all have a thing or two(maybe more) in our past that we would want to change if given a chance. But the problem is, there will never be a chance to change them. Because no one will ever give us that chance. Not even God. God will and is capable of giving chances but NOT to change the past, but to ensure that the future won’t end up like the past.

We all heard that phrase, ‘Past is past’ and agreed that it is true. But no one really accepted it as easy as nodding. Moving on is one of the hardest things on earth, next to forgiveness, in my opinion. But I want to share this little mantra of mine. I want to call it a mantra, deal with it, friends, please.

Yesterday, today and tomorrow are all NOW!!!

“Another chapter in the book cant go back but you can look
And there we are on every page
Memories I’ll always save
Up ahead on the open doors
Who knows what were heading towards?
I wish you love I wish you luck
For you the world just opens up
But it’s so hard to say goodbye                                                                                                               Yesterday’s gone we gotta keep moving on”

These lines are from I’ll Always Remember You by Miley Cyrus. She sang that as Hanna Montana. And yes, I’m a Hannah Montana girl. We actually share the same age and that’s irrelevant here.

Moving on, the song talks about the past, memories that will be saved in one’s heart. But the singer doesn’t say that she’ll stay with those memories, but will keep moving on, because there are open doors waiting for her.

I realized that memories can stay but WE can stay in the memories. Let me rephrase that: We can choose not to forget our past, the good parts and the bad ones, but we shouldn’t stay living IN those memories.

The song says, can’t go back, but you can look. Going back is actually not possible but looking back is. That’s why I have this belief that my past, my future and my today are all NOW. My present defines my future but it also reflect what my past is.

Since going back is not an option, why not we just look, took a glance on what had been to make sure that what will be will be better than what is. Confused already? I’m saying that we get whatever useful from our past and use it now for the sake of our future.

We’ve been told to focus on NOW and make the most of the time. And that’s right but we should be careful, if we do just that-make the most of the present- we are likely to make the same mistakes we did, intentionally or unintentionally. We should be more careful now, vigilant and wiser.

Once in a while, why don’t we open that door of the past and took a glimpse before we enter into another open door that leads to our future. We should look at what’s inside that door and observe, learn and decide what we should do once we enter another door.

Our Today  should be a combination of our yesterday and our tomorrow. Our past is important because it’s our teacher. We should learn from our experiences. Our future should be a testimony of what we’ve learned from our past and that will depends on whatever we are doing NOW.

Another thing, if we do nothing but focus on now, wouldn’t it be so boring? I say we look into our future, get a glimpse of it as we should do in our past. We can’t get there now, but we can always get excited about it. Get vision of tomorrow and that’s one great motivation. If we’re not excited about tomorrow, about waking up the next morning, then why on earth are we still here for? Right?

I had this teacher in first grade who taught me of spelling because I suck at it. I’m still not good at it. I was about to compete in an English quiz bee and she thought I should be good with spelling too. So spelling was part of my training before the contest. Once, she had me spelled ‘FUTURE’ and I spelled it as ‘FEWCHUR’. I mean, I did know that time how to spell ‘FEW’ and CHUR was kind of easy to spell.

She laughed at me, the kind of laugh that is loving. The kind that mothers give to their little children when they stumble when they’re still learning how to walk. Anyway, instead of teaching me the right spelling, she told me that I can just spell ‘FUTURE’ as N-O-W.

I never understood why she did that until I’m old enough to understand life itself. She wanted me to see that my future is now. And she is right.

Now I have this chance to share something to people and if I’m going to steal my teacher’s style, I’d say, from now on, spell PRESENT as P-A-S-T-F-U-T-U-R-E.

Then, now and forever grateful,

Lili

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First Dance

They might say you have two left feet, but dance anyway.

To live is to move. If I say, I am blessed I was born with a body that can move, some would probably find me bragging. What most of us don’t realise is that we are all blessed with bodies that can move. I’ll be saying a fact if I say, each one of us has danced at least once in our lives. I know, most of us, can’t do ballet or waltz. We can’t even do slow dance perfectly. For most of us have two left feet and would be too awkward for dancing.

Or so we believed. The truth is, two left feet isn’t an idiom, it’s a myth that I chose to believe as a lie. There is no such thing as two left feet. It doesn’t exist. You may not agree with me but here’s my point: If there are people who own two left feet, where are those who own two right feet?

I am probably not making any sense but I define dancing as just moving. And not just moving but moving and enjoying the moves. Over the years, people have already set countless rules and guidelines for dancing and for every kind of dance. It seems like they are masters of it that we just go follow them. We conform to certain rules that they’ve set.

Sound familiar? Yes because dancing is so much like LIFE. We’ve heard many metaphors about dancing and life, but I think we don’t really understand them. Or we just choose to see those metaphors in just one facet. How about we turn them a little bit so we can see another of its facets.

Life, like dancing, is full of rules. Rules that were set by people around us. Guidelines that if aren’t followed, criticisms will follow. But we all know that rules suck. Rules and guidelines make people good but not great. In fact, with rules, I don’t think we can reach our highest and enormous potentials. Rules just hold us back and keep us for doing great things that we were born to do.

Dancers should dance because they love to do so. And yes, it seems like they’re following rules and guidelines but actually most famous and great dancers were known for their own techniques. They don’t just dance as they were told. They dance based on their own rhythm. Shouldn’t we be like them?

If we want to be great and reach our highest potentials, let’s live our lives not conforming to other people’s rules. In life, we shouldn’t just move, let’s enjoy every move. And we can’t do that if we are so mindful of rules. Rules are conventional and they’re boring and personally, boring doesn’t suit me.

Let’s learn not to conform with conventional stuffs, how about we start knowing ourselves better and find out what can make us happy. And let’s do them. Just do it-says Nike. (LOL)

Forget the rules. Forget the guidelines. Forget criticisms. Don’t mind what people might say as long as you don’t hurt them in any way, do what makes you happy.

 

My first dance (aside from those dances with my family) was with a good friend who will eventually become my first boyfriend. (He’s actually the only boyfriend I had, though it’s been six years since we broke up, I still haven’t get myself into another relationship.) That dance should be one of the happiest dance of my life, right? But it wasn’t. I just remember it happened, but I forgot how I felt during the dance. It wasn’t memorable.

It was bland because it was forced. No special thing happened because we were too worried what our classmates would say. They say, dance like no one is watching. I say, dance as if the whole world is watching. Show them the best performance they’ll ever see in their lives.

But don’t forget to enjoy every moves you make, that’s what makes it memorable. And that-that is living. Maybe living has many definitions now, but you can always make your own definition. Be creative and innovative. Break some rules. And do step out of your box.

Shakespeare said that the world’s a stage, and now the curtains have opened. What will you do next?

I am already dancing, so join me.

Oh, one more thing, dancing is always better if done with someone. I just said forget what people might say, I didn’t say forget the people entirely.

 

Dancing,

Lili

 

 

Spilled Coffee

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What do we do when we spilled our coffee?

I know, it should be spilled milk. But I don’t drink milk so I’m just gonna go with coffee since it has been my companion since I was a little kid. And I am too familiar with coffee stain and it has, somehow, got to do with what I’m going to share.

Spilled coffee and stains. (Haven’t heard of milk stain anyway.)

We all make mistakes, don’t we? We’ve been done wrong by others, haven’t we? But whether it’s our fault or not isn’t the issue I’m going to stress here. Intentional or not, who cares? Instead, let me ask you what you do when you make mistakes?

I often hear that we can identify one’s maturity through his/her decisions. I’m sorry but I disagree. Our maturity shows not on the decisions we make but on how we deal with the…

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Our Favorite Scars

Turn your scars into stars.—–Robert H. Schuller


We’ve all been wounded. In fact, every day, we get wounds. And a big wound or not, deep or not, eventually it will become a scar.

Personally, I hate scars. I guess, most women do. But earlier, my right knee caught my eyes and made me smile. Why? My right knee has been scarred for almost sixteen years now. Yes, I just said I hate scars so why smile while staring at it?

I smile at the memory it added into the chest of happy memories I own.

Big or small, every scar has a memory.

And most of the times, those memories were the most painful ones. Of course, you got wounded, it was painful. And a scar just adds frustration to our dismay. Well, scars are all physically ugly so I guess fretting about them is pretty reasonable. But what we often fail to recognise about a scar is that it means we’re HEALED. It’s amazing how we can smile or laugh at something that once had caused us pain, sometimes even made us cry.

Well, that’s one odd thing about scars. They remind us of a painful past so we can have something to smile at.

My scarred knee reminds me of once a perfect family I had. Not that I don’t have one now. It’s just that I seldom see them these days. I’m already 24 and staying with my family is a bit, well, you know, everyone has to act mature at some point.

I was eight then, and we had this little vacation at my grandfather’s farm. That was one of my happiest childhood memory. A goat, the oldest one I’ve ever seen my whole life, chased me and I tripped. Regardless of the pain it caused me, still it became one of my favorite scars. It reminds me of my childhood and my family and how things were easier when I was younger.

Reminiscing about that wound of mine made me think about Jesus, the ever loving wounded Jesus. Who was beaten and crucified. He got scars too, maybe even more than we can ever imagine or know. But I guess, those scars, those countless scars are also treasured by Jesus Himself. Simply because, YOU are the reason of those scars. YOU, ME, THEM-we are the reasons of His scars.

He offered His body to be scarred yet undoubtedly, never regret what he did, nor resent us. But the thing is we didn’t stop giving him wounds that day, two thousand years ago, at the calvary. Everyday, we still give Jesus new wounds yet we’re not even aware of it most of the time.

But He loves us so much and I can only imagine Jesus smiling every time He looks at his scars He acquired for us, or because of us. Especially those particular scars on his palms and feet. I guess, if I have my own favorite scar, Jesus has his own too. And those are the ones that he got from those three nails.

He was wounded, beaten, pained-physically and emotionally- and He even died. But see, after three days of sorrows and pain, He got up, raised from the dead and with no wounds. What left to Him were scars, and those scars made Him VICTORIOUS.

Those scars, because of those scars, the fall of the enemy began. And we share the victory with Jesus there.

See? Not every scar is ugly. Most of them can be turned into STARS that may guide us through the darkness we’re in or even to the darkness ahead of us, especially the scars we have in our hearts.

Scars mean we WON. We SURVIVED. We LEARNED. We are HEALED. We are BETTER.

GOD BLESS YOU, whoever you are who’s life has been scarred. GOD LOVES YOU and your unbelief won’t and can’t even change that!!

 

Scarred,

Lili