My Epiphany: To Make 1 Person Happy Each Day
I've got an Epiphany a few days back. You know how train rides make you think randomly. And it was during that half-sleep-half-awake moment that I have an epiphany.
At that moment, I felt so inspired by "it", and so proud that I had thought of "something" good.
This IS the epiphany: To Make 1 Person Happy Each Day, Regardless.
And I concluded that from then onwards, I am going to make 1 person happy each day. It doesn't matter who you are to me - friends, relatives, strangers. If there lies an opportunity to make you happy, I will do it. It doesn't have to be something so extensively done, but like helping a person to open the door, or guiding a person when he needs a direction to a particular location - small things that we usually take for granted.
I don't know where this epiphany came from, but I feel so empty inside previously. It's either emptiness or angst , but more often than not, it's angst. I would say I am partly also inspired to do this because of the things that has been going on at home. I won't elaborate on this. But I feel, if you can't be happy, than, make another person happy! And their happiness will be yours to keep.
I embarked on a test-drive. And proud to say this is my 2nd week since the day of my epiphany. I won't boast that I have built a constant "happy client database", but I've managed to bring a few smiles and I was thinking to myself, well, this thing might possibly be a habit.
2 days ago I walked pass an old man, standing by the corner, outside a busy supermarket. With a walking stick in his hand and a bundle of 5 packets of tissue in the other, he calls out after each passerby - Tissue, Tissue.
I was hurriedly on my way to lunch, with a brain swarmed with a mini schedule of the list of things to be done for my list of clientele. I briskly walked past the man, almost ignoring his existence. I told myself, if it is his rezeki and with God's Will, I will come back and get some Tissues.
I grabbed a quick lunch and on my way back to the Office, I walked past the same route and saw the old man again. I went pass him and when I was offered, I politely declined. I continued 5 steps ahead, and somehow , something made me want to turn my head to look behind. And when I did, I saw him still looking at me even after I had walked away. I hope he wasn't lusting on my arse but more importantly was that hopeful look on his face, "Please someone, please buy my Tissues" that look, you know?
I just had to stop in my steps, remembered my epiphany and without hesitation, approached him, "How much [are you selling it for 5 packets]? "
"$2" he said.
I took out a green note and passed to him, smiled and said thank You.
He called after me and said Thank You Sister.
He was my grandfather's age, and he called me Sister. If I take it figuratively, was he trying to imply I was like a Sister-Nun? Helping the others in need and being kind.
I came back to the Office and my colleagues laughed at me, What's that in your hands? as I tried to juggle my purse, phone and 5 loose packets of tissues. I told them, Tissues I bought from a guy so I can keep on my desk.
I don't need the Tissues. I was just buying it to make him happy and make his time standing outside the supermarket worth it.
If you are reading this, you should try it too. I believe God has his ways of rewarding you in you help others. But don't ever count on these returns because it is supposed to remain as silent as and as intangible as possible. That's where you get the thrill.
Love,
Thumbelina
At that moment, I felt so inspired by "it", and so proud that I had thought of "something" good.
This IS the epiphany: To Make 1 Person Happy Each Day, Regardless.
And I concluded that from then onwards, I am going to make 1 person happy each day. It doesn't matter who you are to me - friends, relatives, strangers. If there lies an opportunity to make you happy, I will do it. It doesn't have to be something so extensively done, but like helping a person to open the door, or guiding a person when he needs a direction to a particular location - small things that we usually take for granted.
I don't know where this epiphany came from, but I feel so empty inside previously. It's either emptiness or angst , but more often than not, it's angst. I would say I am partly also inspired to do this because of the things that has been going on at home. I won't elaborate on this. But I feel, if you can't be happy, than, make another person happy! And their happiness will be yours to keep.
I embarked on a test-drive. And proud to say this is my 2nd week since the day of my epiphany. I won't boast that I have built a constant "happy client database", but I've managed to bring a few smiles and I was thinking to myself, well, this thing might possibly be a habit.
2 days ago I walked pass an old man, standing by the corner, outside a busy supermarket. With a walking stick in his hand and a bundle of 5 packets of tissue in the other, he calls out after each passerby - Tissue, Tissue.
I was hurriedly on my way to lunch, with a brain swarmed with a mini schedule of the list of things to be done for my list of clientele. I briskly walked past the man, almost ignoring his existence. I told myself, if it is his rezeki and with God's Will, I will come back and get some Tissues.
I grabbed a quick lunch and on my way back to the Office, I walked past the same route and saw the old man again. I went pass him and when I was offered, I politely declined. I continued 5 steps ahead, and somehow , something made me want to turn my head to look behind. And when I did, I saw him still looking at me even after I had walked away. I hope he wasn't lusting on my arse but more importantly was that hopeful look on his face, "Please someone, please buy my Tissues" that look, you know?
I just had to stop in my steps, remembered my epiphany and without hesitation, approached him, "How much [are you selling it for 5 packets]? "
"$2" he said.
I took out a green note and passed to him, smiled and said thank You.
He called after me and said Thank You Sister.
He was my grandfather's age, and he called me Sister. If I take it figuratively, was he trying to imply I was like a Sister-Nun? Helping the others in need and being kind.
I came back to the Office and my colleagues laughed at me, What's that in your hands? as I tried to juggle my purse, phone and 5 loose packets of tissues. I told them, Tissues I bought from a guy so I can keep on my desk.
I don't need the Tissues. I was just buying it to make him happy and make his time standing outside the supermarket worth it.
If you are reading this, you should try it too. I believe God has his ways of rewarding you in you help others. But don't ever count on these returns because it is supposed to remain as silent as and as intangible as possible. That's where you get the thrill.
Love,
Thumbelina
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