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.
In the back of my mind, those old memories of success were always tied to education and graduation.
From the first day you stepped into school, success became all about your grades. And it kept this iconic status until you earned your degree, secured a respectable job, or earned a good salary.
Some people not only polish this status of success, but also worship it, believing there’s no other possibility or meaning of success beyond education and career.
I was one of those people, raised with this holy image of success. But over the years, success began to show up in different ways. It looks you in the eye and says: “Yes, education is important, but it’s not the only path to reach me. There are other meanings, other routes, and other possibilities to prove yourself successful and to earn my golden badge.”
Life is our big school.
It teaches different lessons and gives us hard challenges.
And it never forgets to award us with its own unique success certificates.
Some people pay attention to the life’s big moral awards, while others stay loyal to success in its physical, printed form. Apparently both groups work hard, but their expectations of success are completely different.
So…the earlier you decide which group to join, the better you’ll save your time and energy.
And that’s what I can say is the top tip for a successful life.
It is to know which way to follow and what makes sense to you.
In other words, to be You in this vast, fast –changing world
It is to choose your route, to follow your path, and to have faith.
Years ago, I used to think like most of my friends about seeing success only through its narrow angle version: high grades and a good career.
And years later, most of my friends followed the same formula.
But Almighty had a different plan for me.
And, whenever I tried to rebel or sneak around it, He brought me to my motherhood career and my writing passion. Both give me a kind of unique success that top everything else in my life.
And I believe I’m blessed to enjoy every moment of my quiet world as a beautiful kind success.
What’s a common misconception people have about happiness?
Today, happiness has different standards.
Have you heard this common comment lately?
Honestly, I don’t know what to say, or whether it’s said out of blindness, selfishness, or what else.
But… look around these days and you will see how happiness has become so sensual, so material, so selfish, and so fake.
It turns into a big, fancy castle built from lies and pretences; a place some people spend their whole lives building. They live inside it, seeking protection, until it collapses over their heads. And then, they spend the rest of their lives buried under misery, regret, and loss.
Unfortunately, in most cases, social media plays the main role in shaping this messy version of happiness. It makes things worse by planting fake seeds of fake happiness. It keeps pushing those crème “elites” to the front, above everything and everyone else. Those with shiny smiles, dazzling fame, great power, and unlimited cash have been presented as the idols of absolute happiness.
And you gape, you make a wish, and you follow suit.
The blind leading the blind, heading nowhere.
The selfish ego swells and swells until it bursts.
And one day, you wake up; your head heavy and buzzing. You hold your head in your hands, wanting nothing but comfort and relief. Then suddenly, you glace at a short note nearby. Your blurry eyes clear as you begin to read:
‘You’ve never been happy, yet you can be. Happiness is neither loud nor glamorous. And, it never comes different standards.’ The note was signed: true happiness.
So… will you agree when others say today’s happiness has different standards?
As for me, I still believe that… happiness can be as simple as a bird’s nest, as pure as snowflakes, and as genuine as a mother’s prayer.