Last night I had a dream. I dreamt of a snake infested tree. I stood below that tree and then the snakes dropped on my shoulders. As much as I feared real snakes, I fear that people would talk bad things about me without my knowledge. I fear that the stories that they are telling about me are all cheaply fabricated lies. And I’m not even there to defend myself. Perhaps this had happened several times already or perhaps I’m just paranoid. I cannot tell for certain. But what I’ve realized is that life is too short for me to worry about these things. I said to myself, instead of thinking about the many bad things that people think about me, or counting the many bad things people do to me, I should cherish the joys of life. What I should be counting are the many sad people that had smiled because of the corny jokes that I cracked. What I should think about is how I could do good things to others. So that when the day comes that God should weigh the number of people who do good things and the number of people who do bad things, I’d add up to the weight of the people who do good.

Worrying is like chewing a bubblegum while solving an algebra equation. People will talk about and believe what they hear. But the best gift a person could bestow himself is his own sanity. My advice is that, you should have that peace of mind that you deserve and think not of the ills other people may inflict you. Receive it and give them back the sweetest smile. All they may ever see is the rough shell and not what’s beneath it. The only person who could truly own and behold of your soul is yourself.

La vie n'est pas toujour façile!