What I like about talking to my colleagues is that they really get me thinking.
Every time I talk to them I learn more about myself, about them and about the different perspectives there are out there.
The fine line between knowing and accepting is so thin that it might not even appear to be there. But I realise that it exists; and the super-thin line separates two extremes.
If you know, and you don't do anything about it, you aren't accepting. Knowing is easy, but accepting is extremely difficult.
The hardest thing to do is to stare at yourself in the mirror, eye-to-eye. It's not just staring at who appears in the mirror; it's staring through the facade and seeing the real you under all that packaging. What you might (or might not) see, might scare the shit out of you. You might feel down, you might feel downright depressed, but if you can accept you for who you truly are, you'll end up being a much happier person.
I'm not saying I can do that - I can't. She was right: knowing and accepting are two very different things. I know, but I haven't accepted. Its hard. Very. But I'm going to work towards that.
Another goal for this year.
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On a lighter side, the following rabbit story is damn funny.
You know now Macs is giving away the Doraemon keychains thing? One of them comes in the form of a rabbit.
So my boss told me earlier, if I went to Macs, to help him check if they still have the rabbit because his sister wants the rabbit. So when I had dinner just now, I managed to buy that rabbit. And naturally, I SMSed my boss and told him "I got your rabbit."
Then he replied me, saying I texted the wrong person! So I said, no ah, you asked me to get the Doraemon rabbit for you earlier right? Or did I remember wrongly and it's not a rabbit?
His reply was totally unexpected, and totally DAMN funny. He texted me back, saying, "Oh... 'I got your rabbit' in aussie land is 'I got your underwear/panty'. My god."
I couldn't stop laughing. And I kept on laughing till I teared. Classic. Totally lightened my mood while typing the first part of this post. Really too damn funny.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. This story can make me laugh anytime.
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