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My new Nokia 303 taking the scene and
my slightly-old-but- already gone Nokia X2-03
after swimming with us in the seas of Quezon (November 2011) |
Pathetic-sounding it may seem, here's my honest view of reality, without taking to consideration what is right and wrong in any aspect:
There'd be no moving on until the day you realize you've replaced the old one with some(thing) better, or a smarter choice. Does not have to be grand, but some(thing) you can attach the adjective "ideal" with -- however you define it. Comparisons are inevitable, but with happy thoughts, you'll find yourself saying, "I'm happy now. I'm ok to let go."
Sounds like love?
And yeah, it's human nature.
Back to Basics.
As I write this, I remember my Nursery school days, when my mom used to teach me my first lessons in writing.
Anyone could have an idea on how a long name could be a burden to a child who is asked to fit it in a pad paper. During those times my 15-letter name (without middle initial and the spaces) was considered long.
I tried to somehow re-live it today. Since I am not left-handed, I consider my left hand a "beginner" in the matters of penmanship.
Experiences re-lived. Lessons re-learned...
- When we are provided spaces, learn to fit in.
- Things aren't always easy at first attempts. Repetition is the key.
- The best way to complete something is enjoying the process.
"My handwriting looks as if a swarm of ants, escaping from an ink bottle, had walked over a sheet of paper without wiping their legs.” -Sydney Smith (1771 – 1845) English clergyman and essayist
