Out Of The Window

This morning was like any other familiar morning. I was feeling restless and frustrated like I have been feeling for the past month with me taking more than necessary stress for my exams. I went down to buy vegetables when these tiny children from a construction site held up a deflated balloon and looked up at me with hope in their eyes that I would be able to blow it back for them. I remembered I had balloons at home so I asked them to wait and I got some. As I filled the balloon with air, their eyes widened in wonder and excitement. I couldn't help but smile. There was something so genuine about their curiosity. Each of them had their own distinct personality and ways of charming me into giving them another balloon. A lovely shy one, a mischevious talkative one, a mature polite one and a happy squeaking one. It was a moment of pure joy and sharing but soon a tiny guilt started creeping in. I gave them balloons, it was a fleeting speck of happiness and I have so much more to give.

 It has almost been two years since I've been at home and there is to much I've learnt about myself and everyone around me. Everyday there's so much l hear from so many people and it can get overwhelming at times. It is always going to be a difficult task to listen without taking things to heart. Sometimes things are not even directed at me but l take it personally and somehow apply it to my context. Being at home for two years has taught me how different every person is. Thoughts, feelings, opinions, judgements, all vary greatly within my family. There are days that are mundane with barely anything significant happening and there are days with excitement about silly things and there are also days with high tension and arguments. Some of these experiences are pleasant and some of them get me thinking till a point where it interferes with everything else.  One of the things I’ve realised is how difficult it is to accept some things even if I know that’s how it always has bee