2.01.2009

Armed with Crayons

Reading old diaries is always fun – especially when they aren’t your own. A few years ago, my Mom gave me a diary she kept right before, and a couple years after, I was born. And no matter what mood I’m in when I start peering through the pages, I always end up with a laugh somehow escaping me.

There are cute little memories in-between the folds, where my Mom tells how I’d run to get a tissue for my baby sister without being asked, or how I’d try to help give her a bath. Then there are the funny stories where I’d try stay in the library longer by refusing to put my jacket on until my Mom whispered, “Cookie.” Or where my big brother showed me a picture of a frilled lizard, and I smartly proclaimed, “He has a costume on.”

However, my favorite little story in the diary is when I would ask for a blank piece of paper to draw on by saying, “Mommy, can I have an empty picture?” And I like it, not just because it’s cute, but also because I saw the blank white piece of paper for its potential, rather than just for what it was.

And maybe we can go further - just as a blank piece of paper lacks a picture, we could see that maybe hate is not purely hate, but a lack of love, and that despair is an absence of hope. We could see that a problem isn't always something terrible - it's just something that doesn't have a solution yet.

So here's to picking up my purple crayon, and erasing away my empty picture.

{Btw, I have to say thanks to you all for cheering me on - I wish that words could thank you enough, but somehow they'd fall short no matter what I said. Thanks so much for caring about me - you're amazing <3 }

7 comments:

twistingby said...

those are cute stories :)
if only more people could see the potential and life in things..and in other people

Cursed♪♫ said...

Hi!
It's been so long !!!
How have you been ?
Lovely post. My mum gave me her school days diary 2 read. it was loads of fun :)
Loved your post. and ya, the title too :D
Take care!

Brii333 said...

aw...that's so cute!
it's fun to hear stories from your parents, at least the first few times...my mom's fond of telling the one of how i used to sneak away in resturaunts to stand on tables and sing when i was two and three.
i think it's cool that you would say "empty picture" rather then "peice of paper." like you said--it shows that you knew things had potential.

jEeRo said...

'We could see that a problem isn't always something terrible - it's just something that doesn't have a solution yet.'-i like what u said here..it really shows you are one mature gal..many people(me included)don't think of problem in that direction..often when we are hit by a problem we tend to just whine complain..esp me..with your words in mind i will try to change my thinking..

no thank you for your great blog..seriously you are one amazing writer..

hope all is well for you there =]

Glass Mannequin said...

I realized a long time ago that there's two kinds of silence. The kind that stands for itself and the kind that is just waiting to be filled.

When I feel silence, I get one of two emotions. Waiting to hear the music and the one where the silence is its own symphony, a reward unto its own.

Jaerixon said...

Good post

milai said...

I love these lines.

"And maybe we can go further - just as a blank piece of paper lacks a picture, we could see that maybe hate is not purely hate, but a lack of love, and that despair is an absence of hope. We could see that a problem isn't always something terrible - it's just something that doesn't have a solution yet."

Keep on writing. Stay safe!