The Little Things In Life

“Do you love me?”, little Joe asked his mother. She smiled warmly, but spoke not word another. She parted his hair and buttoned his shirt with care, And prepared her son for the day with a silent prayer. With a healthy lunch and the school bag at the ready, Waved him off to school with nothing to brag already. “Do you love me?”, little Joe asked his mother. She smiled warmly, but spoke not word another. Little Joe fell down and bruised a knee that evening, Came running to his mother, weaning and whining. She carried him in her arms, and took him aside, Bandaged his wound, her heart pounding inside. “Do you love me?”, little Joe asked his mother. She smiled warmly, but spoke not word another. Exclaimed his mother as they sat for dinner, “Eat, my baby, for you are getting leaner!” Morning came, and she woke him with a kiss, How could such tender love little Joe ever miss? “Do you love me?”, little Joe need not ask his mother, For her sw...

Off wanted to fly a bird into the open sky, But alas! The poor, little thing had her foot tied. A string pulled her back and would not let her fly, She yelped out in pain, and in misery she cried. She tugged hard at the string, venturing to break free, Budged not the string and slowly her courage waned. She battled against the stubborn string’s spiteful spree, Came crumbling down as her strength fully drained. Then one morning, she decided she’d try with all her might, Shuddered the string a little, and off it began to come loose. The little birdy spread out her wings and prepared for her flight, Saw that she could break free the moment she’d choose. Watching the gallant bird’s conquest, Lizzie learnt to forego, All her fears that tied her down, made her stumble and slack. Silent they fell as Lizzie chose to brave her wretched foe, Valiantly broke free from all things that once held her back. You can break free the moment you choose to. By t...

Life is a beautiful journey. At times, it is also a long, hard, bumpy ride with shaky, potholed, uneven roads. And sometimes, there are no roads – at all. You follow a certain path only to find out that it takes you nowhere. You hit a roadblock, or worse still, it is the end of the road for you. So either you find another way to get to your place, or you make one. Some people might prefer to change their destination, and explore new roads as they unfold. And that is fine too. Who says there’s only one way of doing a thing? And who says one has to rigidly stick to the game plan they first set out with? You can change your plan whenever you choose to, and switch to a bigger, better, more suitable path instead. It’s your life, after all. Do whatever works for you – after considering, of course, the best interests of those that depend on you. Now, if I have not already lost you with all those metaphors, here are a bunch of quick quips that you might find useful no matter what you...