Moment of inspiration

Was rushing home last night with my exhausted body after a long day, when I was pushing my way through, I felt my bag hit in something. I turned around and said sorry! To my surprise, my bag hit on an electric wheelchair, but instead of an annoyed face, I was greeted by a warm smile. The gentlemen sitting on the wheelchair was paralysed. His son was with him, who is no older than 8 years old. He waved with a smile signalling my apology was accepted.

Afterwards, they speeded on. The little kid was stepping on the stand at the back of the wheelchair. He was riding like kids playing with the supermarket trolley. I felt sorry for the immobility for the gentlemen but I didn’t see any sadness on his face. I could feel his positivity and energy through their little ride.

There are things we can’t control in life but we can control how we feel about it. Happiness is a feeling and optimism is definitely an attitude.

Cheer up! Appreciate the little thing in life that make you happy. Time will tell these little things are actually what really matter.

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Inner Beauty is Your Best Makeup

How to Put On Your Face

It’s not the typical makeup tutorial video. Can’t really agree with her actual makeup skills, but definitely love the idea of the life hacking tips. Now dab yourself with optimism. Stay awesome! Be beautiful inside and out! Fabulous!

牽手 ﹣ 回憶是瑰寶

今天還在昨晚祖母跌倒,雖無大礙,現還是心有餘悸。也聞悉同事的家事,百感交集,唯用文字舒發一下,望能將還是七上八下的心平靜下來。有時,相處時間長短並不重要,貴在有感動的霎那,能令你銘記於心的一刻,已是福氣。

霎時感動,就算是片刻,也一生珍而重之的回憶寶物。

回想起,我人生第一篇在報章上發表的文章名字叫‘牽手’。十三歲的我稚氣未脫,老師給我的評語‘構思考妙’。鼓勵我投稿的恩師,已離世多年。回想起那與無憎的童心和活躍的想像心,跟現在距離差天共地。好久沒提筆寫過散文。在這個特別需要把情緒舒發出來的一天,重溫一次刻骨銘心的牽手。

1997年,抱著對陌生地方的懷疑和對將來的懮慮,我離開一個被親友包圍的安逸環境,移居到香港。

個多月後,我終於逃脫了天天首在家中,等待週末才能外出的日子,打上了第一分暑期工和迎接了新學年,認識了新朋友,感到我終於可以開始新生活。 那是第一次回中山,面對曾每天走過的街道,並熟悉又感生疏。約好了到外公外婆新居吃午飯。

短短幾個月,我連由少現到大的外婆家也遷居了。因為我沒到過新居,外公欣然說要到街口接我。終於走到太平路,老遠己看到一個熟悉的身影在心急地左顧右盼。 秋意未濃,郤已感到一點寒意,外公已經戴上冷帽,換上秋裝。我快步走到他身前,大聲叫‘楊公’。那被年華洗禮過的臉,綻放出一個燦爛的笑容。他捉緊我雙手, 把我的手放在他溫暖手中, 牽住我的手並肩走,外公的手好暖好溫柔,那一𣊬間, 沉醉於外公的慈愛中,我告訴自己我一世都會記住這段暖意。在我十多年的記憶中外公從沒如此溫柔熱情,我也完完全全沈浸外公對我的關心和疼愛中。

外公有7個孫,我既不是最年長,也不是最年幼。許多人都會有偏愛,離巷口到家也只不過5分鐘的路程,我可以說,外公對所有孫兒都同樣平等,一樣愛護我們。我的表兄妹們可能與外公有更多的相處時間,但對我來說那一天的重刻已足够令我一生回味和珍惜。 我們說過什麼,印象已很模糊,也不重要。被外公牽手那刻的溫暖才是我心中的寶藏。

這股暖流沒有經歴時間的流逝而降溫。外公在我大學畢業的前一年已經離開了,與外婆長眠在一起。他們的一生相守‘執子之手,與子皆老’還令我們家人津津樂道,既敬重又響往。

每次想起那次牽手,當刻的感動也會湧上心頭。母親在外婆離世曾說過,親人離去,就將美好的回憶放在一個盒子裡,閒時打開來回味。能够擁有經起歲月的感動已是幸福。感動的淚水也是自己生長於一個充滿愛的家庭的溫馨提示。

(哭濕了好幾張紙巾才完成這簡短的文字。)