We’re living in a world where competition is high and we compare ourselves with each other. Even though each and everyone of us is unique in our own ways, we couldn’t help ourselves to think if we’re better than them. Often times we’ll find ourselves in situation where we’re faced with the ugly truth— we’re just not good enough.
There’s always going to be someone better than us in this world but if you want to be the best you have to put in work and dedication. Being the best takes time, and it also takes a lot of failures. There are a lot of rejections along the way but not being good enough is not a sign of being a failure, it is a phase from becoming the best.
If we ever go back to our past failures and rejections, we now know better. We are not good enough back then because we didn’t have the experience and wisdom but if we go back knowing the things we know now, we’re more than good enough back then. We are all born to be good enough, we were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. We just didn’t have all the tools yet at that certain time. We just needed time to gain experience and wisdom.
It’s the happiest time of the year, this one corner house is where everyone goes, where every holidays the lanterns hang by the door are greeting guests with its luminous presence and brightest colors. Beyond the lights and cheerful decorations, behind the smiles and niceties is a family living a double life where darkness lies.
Full of bruises and scars, trying very hard to keep the walls standing. Christmas is their day to make it right every year, thinking even just for a day to live peacefully where the lights shine the brightest to blind them even just for a little while.
And it’s like the lanterns hide the deepest secrets of this house, using them as a cover and mask from what’s inside. Every year these lanterns see what truly happens in this house and it feels like these hanging lights absorbs the atmosphere. All of a sudden without anyone looking the lanterns start flickering, like any minute it’s going to explode just like the house and the people inside it. The house with the brightest colors and fancy decorations is now covered up with splash of red and barricade tape.
Spirits of Christmas is a four part series of whimsical stories about Christmas decorations we often use and their hidden stories. The idea and imagination of what it would be like if these said decorations can speak and feel. What it’s like for them when this time of the year comes, does it also feels like Christmas for them?
The feeling of falling when looking deeply into someone else’s eyes. The electromagnetic wave that it sends throughout our body that kind of makes us feel nervous. Smiling from ear to ear until our jaws hurt because this feeling is what we crave for, it’s what we watch on our screens, it’s what we wait for. The cliché of love, it’s what we want to feel and have, even if sometimes we roll our eyes to it. The shallowness of romance that fuels dreamers to create an imagination that sometimes lead to real life expectation for the hopeless romantics but it makes love and life dreamy and worth having.
As I grow older, I have viewed love as an overrated thing. I have become a buzz kill to romance. I laugh at it, I roll my eyes when I watch romantic movies. Especially, when they say cheesy lines. I hate it when a girl gets easily swept off from her feet by this guy. But I remember when I was younger, when I didn’t know anything about romance and stuff, I loved watching these films. My favorite romantic film ever is A Walk To Remember, I really loved the idea of love shown in that movie. How you grown to have faith and change for the better, and looking back at it I miss having that feeling of watching romantic films, and being a hopeless romantic. I guess I grew up as a cynical person lol. But I realized that I don’t need to be a buzz kill for other people who wants to see romance as this greatest thing that they could possibly have. They could fantasize freely on how their love story could go, they could have expectations that I find unreal, and have high standards if they want to, these things make it real for them when they finally find it. I could go on and on about how love is this overrated idea but that’s just me, I don’t want other people to have the same mind like mine and kill the idea of romance that keeps people to believe in something. Other than having faith I think love is the second thing that people hold on to in times of doubt. In short, let people believe in things even if at times we find it a bit cliché.
It’s the Christmas season and the Christmas tree farm is very alive with all new great pine trees in line.
It’s that time of the year again Pines, people are going to see you and choose one or two of you to take back to their homes, they’re going to decorate you with the finest ornaments and you will be in your greatest shape for all your Christmas’ lifetime. They’re going to choose based on how you look, how green you are, how straight and strong your branches reach out, and most importantly how you smell. Good luck Pine Trees!
Mr. Fine the Pine Tree got picked and got set up with a lovely home, he got the finest lights, garlands, and ornaments. Standing straight and tall with its twinkly lights and glittery dust. People coming over to the house was amazed by Mr. Fine the Pine Tree, day after day he does his job being this amazing Christmas tree that everybody loved. But as days past by, Mr. Fine the Pine Tree was slowly losing his glory, his leaves and branches were falling off, his color was fading, and the freshness of his smell was not evident anymore. Mr. Fine the Pine Tree wasn’t informed about what happens after Christmas ends— he waited. The time to put down the decorations had came, Mr. Fine the Pine Tree was dressed down, he got carried and dragged all the way down, put in a truck and went straight back to the Christmas tree farm.
The worn out Christmas tree was back at the Christmas tree farm, home sweet home for him. Minutes later Mr. Fine the Pine Tree met the Chipper.
Spirits of Christmas is a four part series of whimsical stories about Christmas decorations we often use. The idea and imagination of what it would be like if these said decorations can speak and feel. What it’s like for them when this time of the year comes, does it also feels like Christmas for them?
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Most of us want to be different but what is being different? How do you define it? When everybody wants to be different then that means all of us are the same right? We all want the same thing, how does that make us any different?
Being different equally means being special, to be set apart from the rest, to be unique. We are all unique in our own way but most of us crave for being “different”. I guess we all have our own meaning to that word but most of us use that word to break out from our normal world. Like, being in line with a family of doctors but you wanted to break out from that and you wanted to become a writer instead. Or how your father wanted you to follow on his footsteps as a professional basketball player but you wanted to be a musician etc. Most of us grew up with a built path already, and we just have to walk on it. And some of us want to build our own. Which made me think that being different is not actually being different from the rest but becoming like the rest who are happy and successful, to follow their own passion and path.
“I want to be different” is not actually craving to be set apart, it is craving to be a part of something special and worthwhile. Being different is not going against the flow but being in the flow in the right river.