Please do comment...
We are a community with quirks, both in language and in traditions. Describe one of your quirks and why it is part of who you are.
A hope-neutraliser tablet as soon as I wake up, doubt-generator syrup after the lunch and a regret-stimulator dose from injection before I sleep.
Listen-but don't tell anybody- I am an optimist and all aforementioned tablets and syrups are the prescription that Dr. Pessy (MBBS, Doubt Medical University) offered to cure my disease.
I was 6 years old when my parents realized that I had this unfavorable quality. When my RC helicopter would lost track of the remote and break down upon striking onto the grounds, I wouldn't cry; instead, I would start jumping in a hope that my new toy would come soon. When my father got a brain stroke and the doctors told he would never be able to walk, I was still smiling- smiling in a thought that he won't have to leave us for his job and would stay with us at home forever.
I hope, by now, you are well acquainted with the severity of my disease. But I believe, this disease is a unique feature bestowed upon me in this struggle-of-existence. It has galvanized me to retaliate against the obstacles that intermittently pop out of nowhere. Knowing that there is light at the end of every tunnel has always prevented me from drowning in despair and tackling the problems without escaping from them.
After all, we are such a miniature object living inside a speck of dust in this universe. Why not live it like if it were a game where victory is sure!
We are a community with quirks, both in language and in traditions. Describe one of your quirks and why it is part of who you are.
a light at the end of the tunnel
A hope-neutraliser tablet as soon as I wake up, doubt-generator syrup after the lunch and a regret-stimulator dose from injection before I sleep.
Listen-but don't tell anybody- I am an optimist and all aforementioned tablets and syrups are the prescription that Dr. Pessy (MBBS, Doubt Medical University) offered to cure my disease.
I was 6 years old when my parents realized that I had this unfavorable quality. When my RC helicopter would lost track of the remote and break down upon striking onto the grounds, I wouldn't cry; instead, I would start jumping in a hope that my new toy would come soon. When my father got a brain stroke and the doctors told he would never be able to walk, I was still smiling- smiling in a thought that he won't have to leave us for his job and would stay with us at home forever.
I hope, by now, you are well acquainted with the severity of my disease. But I believe, this disease is a unique feature bestowed upon me in this struggle-of-existence. It has galvanized me to retaliate against the obstacles that intermittently pop out of nowhere. Knowing that there is light at the end of every tunnel has always prevented me from drowning in despair and tackling the problems without escaping from them.
After all, we are such a miniature object living inside a speck of dust in this universe. Why not live it like if it were a game where victory is sure!
