I was Walter Mitty until I was 12. And then Life happened.

I'd like to think I had an extraordinary childhood.
Perhaps I did in some ways, perhaps to other people I was just another boy growing up in a small town.
A movie is coming up called The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, starring Ben Stiller.
It's about a man who has "zoning-out" episodes, in which he imagines himself as a hero in a scenario, but is actually quite different from his real life.

I don't know why, but I used to zone out as a kid. People would look at me and think what on earth is happening with that kid.
Others just laughed and said there he goes.
I even wrote some of them down in my compositions and essays for school.
The ones I remember most were my "episodes" about playing tennis in Wimbledon. I was such a tennis freak then, and I could imagine the feel and the smell of Wimbledon grass. I even had imaginary games against Stefan Edberg and Ivan Lendl.

My tennis coach got a full dose of my zoning once when I imagined myself at sea, and frantically calling out to my swimming coach,"Mr. Chan, Mr. Chan" in the middle of my tennis lesson.
My tennis coach's name was Uncle Robert.
I'm sure my childhood friends would remember.

I even swung my arms as I walked sometimes. Imagining that I was playing tennis against a great, but without a racquet!
People would just give my brother a queer look to say,"that's your brother?" as he walked alongside a boy swinging his arms.

All of this ended when I reached 12. My mother was critically ill, and I think reality hit me.
I think it's a shame, because kids are born with an open mind, and their imagination grows as much as you allow them to.
Nowadays, they're being constricted by social media, mass media and in-game media. So that kind of manouevering will restrict their way of thinking and not allow them to grow.
I hope that we will have Walter Mitty's around us, and it's not too late to cultivate imagination and innovation.
Our kids deserve their space to imagine and think differently.
Let them be.


To see the world, 
things dangerous to come to, 
to see behind walls, 
to draw closer, 
to find each other and to feel. 

That is the purpose of Life

Time waits for no one

It's now coming to the end of the year. Time for reflection, and time for forward planning.
I hope you can realise the value of time.



To realize the value of one year:
ask a student who has failed a final exam

To realize the value of one month:
ask a mother who has given a birth to a premature baby.

To realize the value of one week:
ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize the value of one hour:
ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.

To realize the value of one minute:
ask the person who has missed the train, bus or plane.

To realize the value of one second:
ask a person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.

Time waits for no one . 
Treasure every moment you have.

What do you want?

Everything you want should be yours.  

The type of work you want; 
the relationships you need; 
the social, mental, and aesthetic stimulation that will make you happy and fulfilled; 
the money you required for the lifestyle that is appropriate to you; 
and any requirement that you may (or may no) have for achievement or service to others.  

If you don’t aim for it all, you’ll never get it all.  

To aim for it requires that you know what you want

Bob Perks to his sons

Great message from a father.

 "I was wrong!" A father's confession.
by Bob Perks

Keith, Evan...

I'm on a different journey in my life. I'm getting old and I'm on my
own for the first time.  I always thought things would be different.

I may not have a chance to say these things to you.  So, permit me to
say them now.

Wait, don't say a word, sigh, moan or tune out as though you already
know what I'm going to say. You think perhaps I've said it all before
like some broken record and you don't want to hear it again.

What could I possibly say that I haven't said before?

"I was wrong."

I knew that would get your attention.

When I told you how much I loved you, I was wrong. It turns out I
loved you even more.

When I said, "You can become anything you want." I was wrong. You're
becoming even more than you thought you could.

When I said, "You didn't hear a word I said!" I was wrong. I've heard
you say "I love you!" a million times.

When I told you "Hold my hand when we cross the street. You'll be
safe."

I was wrong. I really wanted to hold onto you while I could. I knew
one day you'd let go of me.

When I said I'm very proud of both my sons, I was wrong. I never
imagined how incredibly proud I could be.

I've heard you say that you want things to be different when you
have children and you don't want an ordinary life.

I said the same thing. I was wrong.

I did indeed do things differently than my dad, you will, too. But
in the end I wanted the same results. I wanted the very best for my
children.  So did he.

In spite of all his imperfections, inability to communicate his
love properly, stubborn, sometimes arrogant ways, my father did okay.

My brother is an incredibly successful man and I'm still working on it.

So, as I venture into this new life let me leave you with one final thought.

Don't take anything for granted.  Work hard to make love the focus
of your life.  Don't assume that everything is okay with your
marriage. Ask, listen and change where you need to make changes.

You can say the words, "I love you!" but you must also show it.

You can show her that you love her, but she must also know you mean it.

You can sing to her, cling to her and think you are everything to her,
but don't assume you are, just because she's still there.

You may turn around one day and find yourself alone.

Oh, yes.  One really big thing...

Don't ever be too proud to say, "I was wrong."

I love you,
Dad

Human nature

Six humans trapped by happenstance
in black and bitter cold
Each possessed a stick of wood,
Or so the story's told.

Their dying fire in need of logs,
the first woman held hers back
For on the faces around the fire
She noticed one was black.

The next man looking 'cross the way
Saw one not of his church
And couldn't bring himself to give
The fire his stick of birch.

The third one sat in tattered clothes
He gave his coat a hitch,
Why should his log be put to use
To warm the idle rich?

The rich man just sat back and thought
Of the wealth he had in store,
And how to keep what he had earned
From the lazy, shiftless poor.

The black man's face bespoke revenge
As the fire passed from his sight,
For all he saw in his stick of wood
Was a chance to spite the white.

And the last man of this forlorn group
Did naught except for gain,
Giving only to those who gave
Was how he played the game.

The logs held tight in death's stilled hands
Was proof of human sin,
They didn't die from the cold without,
They died from the cold within

How do you want to live?

I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before the day ends. 

I have responsibilities to fulfill today. 

I am important.  

My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have. 

Today I can complain because the weather is rainy or ...

I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.

Today I can grumble about my health or...

I can rejoice that I am alive.

Today I can mourn my lack of friends or...

I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new relationships.

Today I can whine because I have to go to work or...

I can shout for joy because I have a job to do.

Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do housework or...

I can feel honored because Life has provided shelter for my mind, body and soul

Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped. 

And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.

What today will be like is up to me. I get to choose what kind of day I will have! 

Why not make it a GREAT day???

Life is a miracle

Life is a miracle
Don't let it slip away,
Open your heart to others
Give of yourself each day.

See the beauty in everyone
Regardless of where they've been,
Some have a difficult journey
And really need a friend.

Share your gifts and talents
Listen with your heart.
Do the things you dream about
But don't have time to start.

Pick a bouquet of flowers
Show someone that you care,
Be gracious and forgiving
Life is never fair.

Hold on to your courage
You may need it down the road,
We all have a cross to bear
It could be a heavy load.

If you practice all these things
No matter where you roam,
You may find both sun and rain
But you'll never feel alone!