open your eyes, stick your head out the window…

Last night, I stumbled across an article about the children in Afghanistan. It’s not the first time I heard or read anything concerning them, but today it actually struck me on what they were really going through. I mean, those children see people die every day. Many have lost their parents. Others, their limbs.

And that makes me extremely sad.

I remember, a few years ago, the day we were going home. I was about eight years old, and we encountered a car accident along the road. I don’t know what possessed me to look at out the window (we all know, curiosity), and the moment I did I knew I was going to have nightmares. The victim was about nineteen years old, and he was sprawled on the floor, bleeding and dead.

And that’s what most of these children have to endure every single day.

It hurts me a lot, and it’s sickening. Looking at my life now, with parents that love each other, a bed to sleep in, food to eat at random times, clothes and shoes to wear, and many other things, I basically couldn’t possibly complain about anything. But I do. I’m tired and frustrated, but I’m going to keep in mind the things I’ve been blessed with.

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Guys, no one is going to go through life easy. It’s okay to feel sad and bothered sometimes, but we shouldn’t let it linger so long that we forget ourselves. Amidst all this craziness of life, we should take some time to be thankful, you know? It’s amazing when you see your life in a different light on those special days. It puts me in a jumpy and happy mood that daily twists can’t put a damper on.

It’s hard to be content sometimes, but it’s not impossible. It’s a learning process than can be done if we really care about it. Ever tried counting your blessings? It’s the most daunting task ever!

So when you feel overwhelmed about the hard things in life, just take some time off, go for a walk, watch a funny movie, or go on Buzzfeed (trust me). Life’s too short for expired worries; take some time and live.

And like Mooseblood from The Bee Movie said, “Open your eyes, stick your head out the window! …”

Keep wobbling,

Jojo

P.S. Probably by the next post, this whole blog will be transformed!

Disclaimer: I do not own that photo.

 

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because ‘y’ has two branches and one tail.

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Why didn’t I go to the Youth Saturday Outing?

Why didn’t I know about it?

My mother’s prompt response would be ‘Because ‘y’ has two branches and one tail’. And if you still don’t get that after pausing for a few minutes for that to sink in, it’s because of the…okay, how can you not get it??

 On the other hand…

Honestly, one of the most upsetting things that has ever happened to me this year happened. And it was no silly mistake or misunderstanding. It was a result of assumption, and stupid fear, and-and just…everything.

First off, our little youth ministry at church isn’t one with many activities. We have by far only about three teen members, excluding myself and my sister, and the rest just a bunch of adults from their early to late twenties. We had an outing planned with the church band and some others, and they had initially planned to go to one of the beach islands around here.

Well, my sister and I already decided we wouldn’t go.

But then they changed it on the night before. And the band leader and his assistant (whom we are quite close to) knew about this change, and had our number and everything, and he, knowing that we practically did nothing on Saturday, didn’t inform us. They literally had more than seventeen hours to inform us. Did they? No.

Everyone else went, except us. No one stopped talking about it on Sunday, and even the band leader assistant kept on with the ‘It was awesome’s, forgetting that he was the reason we didn’t go. And their excuse? ‘Your parents are too strict, we knew they’d say no’ and many other dumb excuses that hurt us quite badly.

I may sound like a snob and more, but being part of the youth means being involved in everything that revolves around it. Strict parents have nothing to do with this. We are the ones to deal with our parents, not them. And in this case, it was definitely not them.

Ugh.

And so went a Saturday badly spent. And we even baked a super delicious chocolate cake because of the band leader’s assistant’s birthday. And he was the one that didn’t tell us. I was so upset, I just wanted to take it all back. But although I could go on saturating in anger and all that, I choose not to. I mean, I don’t want this year to be spoiled by someone else’s mistake. They didn’t invite us? Fine. Their loss! Besides, it’s not like it’s the end of the world. And, I know there’s a reason we missed it; God knows what He’s doing. I just wish He’d tell me why we didn’t go. (In fact I just wish He’d tell me lots of things).

So in that, I just want to say that even though something unpleasant or bad happens to you to upset you or your day, don’t swim around it. Anger is like dirty water–if you keep swimming in it, you’ll start smelling; and people wouldn’t want to stay near you.

I may have missed an awesome day, but hey, if the days move on, why shouldn’t I, right?

Right?

Right?

Haha, right.

Keep wobbling,

Jojo

i am sorry for myself.

When I was around nine years old, I read a short story called “He Was Sorry For Himself”. (It’s in Enid Blyton’s “The Flyaway Money and Other Stories”). That little story was my most favorite in the whole collection, basically because the title was so odd. The arrangement of those words obviously made it very catchy.

However, looking back now, I realize the real reason I enjoyed it so much was because I had no idea what it meant to feel sorry for yourself. I thought it was just something a fictional character could only feel (God knows what other crazy thought I had), and I constantly made fun of the poor kid because of the stupid things he worried about.

But now as a teen, I’ve come to the ugly realization that I’m always feeling sorry for myself. Even more so than the boy who did in the short story. And it’s terrible. Self-pitying breaks you down to pieces and makes you compare your life to others and blame yourself for certain things that have happened to you and to others. Sometimes it happens so suddenly it takes forever to recover. Isn’t it true? Correct me if I’m wrong.

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This sort of progressive self-destruction makes me forget the goodness of the Lord and what He has done for me: giving me a family, an education, food within my reach every single day, two legs, two arms, two eyes, two ears, you get the drill. It’s amazing! It’s the kind of stuff we all take for granted. And yet, when something happens to even the smallest part of our body, we realize how much work it does to keep us alive every second; how much it means to the body.

It just blows you away. Kapooosh.

I need to stop bashing myself for freezing up on stage that one time. Yes, it was entirely embarrassing, but it’s the past. It’s time to smile and appreciate the amazing things that have happened to me. You should too! You’ll realize that you have a lot more to be thankful for than to be ashamed of.

Jojo

Disclaimer: I do not own that photo.