Can you live your whole life measuring things with a pencil and a ruler?
But a life like that will be so stiff.
By the way, using a pen and a ruler is a common expression is Arabic, or you can say in Egypt. If you say someone lives by a pencil and a ruler, you mean they measure everything in life.
Actually… it can be a compliment.
But it can also be a defect.
The extreme opposite of this condition is chaos.
And if someone is known as chaotic, this means their life goes upside down, aimless, and messy.
There’s no way chaotic can be an advantage.
But a bit of chaos won’t hurt.
Actually, it can make some change, bring a laughter, or earn you some skills.
And what better example is there than baking?
My daughter insists on following the recipe from A to Z, including the exact measurements and using the scale which I bought mainly for decoration.
Yet the kitchen under her supervision looks like bedlam.
I usually, perhaps out of experience, take the shortcut.
No measurements, no scale, and always sticky hands.
Still, the kitchen under my supervision looks no better.
In both cases, we enjoy the chaos in the chaotic kitchen, even though we chaotically complain about the mess.
But without this chaos, we would be sacrificing baking for the sake of glassy, glossy Kitchen.
What’s a lesson you’ve learned recently that shifted your perspective?
Probably, you usually learn something new everyday.
But out of all the things you learn, only a few can change your special, woven thread of perspectives.
Changing your views can never be easy because they are your own views, the outcome of your experiences, your beliefs, your knowledge, and your feelings.
As part of her sacred duty, life teach us a new lesson every now and then.
And every now and then, something happens that makes you change your way of thinking or even your way of living.
Sometimes, you just adapt to the change without thinking too much about the cause.
But if you pause a little and reconsider the change, you will put your hand on it.
Am I being a bit philosophical in this post?
Maybe.
By the way, when any of your perspectives change, it means you too have changed.
I can’t think of anything specific right now that shifted my perspectives.
What do you love now, that you hated when you were younger?
Actually there are many things I used to hate, but… I don’t feel the same now.
You could say I’ve finally come to accept them.
By the way, I used the word hate which I hated so much.
But sometimes hate can’t be replaced by a gentle dislike.
Strong words belong to strong feelings.
Right.
For this post, I’ll just mention one of them which is … Dogs.
I used to hate these creatures in all their shapes, species, and origins.
Many years ago, during the summer holidays, we used to go to the village where my grandparents’ big house was. There, dogs were my nightmare because most of the big houses had big guarding ones.
Their barking, their sharp teeth, their lolling tongues weren’t showing any sign of cuteness or any kind of amity.
Worse, dogs were known in Egypt as savage, and the masters of biting.
How could anyone on this earth love these creatures.
Dogs in cartoons were the exception, for two main reasons:
First, they were fictional.
Second, they sometimes behaved better than humans.
Now, don’t they say; after hostility comes amity.
Or better put, after hate comes amity.
I try to follow this piece of wisdom.
My hate levels gradually went down.
Cute and funny joined my dictionary of dog vocabulary.
Until that day, about three years ago.
My neighbour on the opposite side of the road used to have two big dogs.
They barked at everyone passing by whether as a sign of welcome, excitement or warning, I honestly don’t know.
I always avoided crossing the road and walking past their door.
But once, when I was in a hurry, I totally forgot about their routine.
So I crossed the road, and as I was checking the time, they burst into barking.
My heart almost stopped beating as I froze before the gate and looked them straight in the eye.
“You’re such an animal!” I mumbled under my breath, and they looked as if they had swallowed their tongues.
I walked away my head up, full of dignity, proud of myself.
I even managed to stifle a big laugh, wondering whether I had hurt their feelings.
So … I can’t say I like dogs.
But I can say I’m okay with dogs as long as they keep sufficient distance and show good manners.
Which languages do you speak and how did that impact your life?
Apparently, we all talk to our pets, right?
You can’t have a pet without finding some way to communicate together.
Anyway, at the moment, I don’t have any.
My sons say, “ please no more, Mama.’
Simply because I got so attached to them, and you know how hard it feels when you lose them.
Over the last few years, I used to have three pets.
No wait… actually, they were two and the third came only for a short visit.
First was Fish; those colourful tiny creatures in a small water tank.
Me and my daughter were fascinated by them.
But real, tiny fish are mute, not like those talkative ones in movies or in fictional books.
Yet, you still have to find some kind of language to communicate with them. Otherwise, you will end up sending them back, either to the big open sea or the store where you got them.
Thanks to my daughter, we found something simple by just tapping gently on the tank glass.
They would drew near and start staring at you through the glass.
Perhaps… we can translate this as hi, how’re you doing.
Second came my birds: two cute parakeets, Blue and Sky.
These two were so talkative, but their birdie language is easy to learn.
So they would start the day with loud “morning prayers” followed by nonstop discussions about their daily routine. Sometimes, later in the day, their chatter would change into a thoughtful, lyrical kind of sweet conversation before having a catnap.
“Please, Mama make them stop this noise.” My sons complained when they came for a visit.
‘They’ll be quiet at night.’ I replied, laughing.
Whistling works so well with birds, and my daughter found the idea very interesting.
I’m so bad at whistling, yet me and those cheeky birds used to nod, yell, and whisper at one another.
Then came the cat, with those beautiful eyes and soft meows.
Since we were only having her for a short visit, she spend most of the time hiding.
But cats are clever, and easy to communicate with.
Their meows, purrs, and little winks not only make your heart melt, but they also don’t need any explanations.
