Swim much?

Dear Teacher,

You've heard about how life is described as a current, I'm sure. About how things become mechanical, rote almost. We do it because it's the way it's done. We bob along the current. The river rushes and it takes us where it wants to go, and quickly too. We don't question it.

Today I had a certain thought. Which is rare, so pay attention. I would very much appreciate your two cents worth. What if, just what if, the river stops? It comes to halt and a strange stillness comes over it, over me. What would I do?



Would I know what to do? Where to go? Will I swim, or will I simply float? Where do I swim to? In what direction? Would I even know which is which-upstream, downstream?

I think I sort of have an idea. I definitely want to swim. The only reason I won't is if I don't know where to swim to. But I see some vague directions. It's not very exact yet, but I know the area. It's more upstream. That's where I have to swim towards, even before the current seizes. While it rushes downstream according to its natural order, I swim against it, a little unnaturally.

Like salmon.


Just keep swimming,
Twisty

Control Much?

Dear Teacher,

In relation to my previous letter, I would like to clarify what I meant. I do realise that the year has been quite a shaky one for me and I have to constantly remind myself that there are things I can't control. For those things, I have to believe in a certain grace or magic, whatever you want to call it.

But not everything is out of my control. I do possess a certain power. A certain responsibility over that power to do the right thing. I know the lines are blurred with right and wrong. Well maybe they aren't in actual fact, but they're definitely different in terms of perception- from culture to culture, person to person.

So yes, do not worry. I am by nature a rather flaky person but I can focus and I can care and give more thought when I want to. And I want to now.

I will take control of the things I can, because I can. I will spend more time thinking about what I can do with what I have, instead of what I can't because of what I lack. I will own my life. I will be in short, faithful.

Faithful in the little I can control.

yours faithfully,
Twisty

Slip-up much?

Dear Teacher,

You for one will know what a careless, clumsy and clueless person I can be. The 3 Cs that make my life a mesh of misadventures.

I'm the person who said left when I meant right while giving directions. The reason being, I had crossed my hands so when I moved my fingers (cause that's how I tell), I was moving the opposite ones.

The same person who wore slippers to her graduation. Who walked up on that stage and gave her valedictory speech in them, their golden straps peeking from beneath her gown. Did not even realise anything was out of place until my friends told me after. After-when all had been said and done.



And how about the many times I've typed 'jajaja' when what I meant was 'hahaha' in my msn window. I know the 'H' is next to 'J' but I forget when I'm actually typing.

"Do it once and do it well," I hear your voice still crusty in my head. I really should put more thought to things. I have a very bad tendency to dive into the deep-end when the only stroke I know is a brush stroke.

It's a good thing I believe in magic. It's the reason I'm still afloat. Even when the odds say I shouldn't be.

Do you believe in magic? What about the Magician? Do you know him? Cause I'd like to tell him 'thanks'.

this clumsy fool is grateful,
Twisty