profiles on the bus

Girl, red eyeshadow, long straight hair, brown (dyed), long navy blue dress scattered with yellow flowers. A lacy, long-sleeved shirt underneath. Silver necklace, swan pendant studded with diamonds. Eyebrows shaped like they came straight out of a K-Drama. Pandora bracelet, left wrist- themed pink. Silver bracelet, on which is a green crystal. Pale, pale, pale skin- such a pretty porcelain Chinese doll. Your parents must be so proud to have such a beautiful daughter.
I bet your voice sounds like candyfloss and your hair smells like cake. I bet your nails never chip and your heart never breaks. You are everything my insecurity tells me I can never ever be.


be kind.

So something tiny happened like one day ago but I’m still thinking about it. Thought I’d share.

I was having a group sharing session with the church mates and all of a sudden, Joel mentions that I was the first girl who ever talked to him in church.

We all laughed it off and I made a joke about it, but what he said really stuck with me and this is why: I had absolutely no recollection of this. We’d been friends for so long that I had kind of forgotten the “origin story”, if you will, of our friendship. And he went on to say that this friendship he formed with me was one of the reasons he was now able to feel comfortable in the church environment.

This sounds like such a tiny little thing, but it made a big impact on me because I suddenly realised:

Everything you do in life affects the people around you in some way. A smile, a “good morning”, a conversation started, a laugh shared- small, simple gestures, but to someone else it might mean a whole lot. I didn’t talk to that guy for any particular reason: we were both in the same camp, I was looking for a friend, and I suppose he was just there. Like I said, I have no recollection of this, but to him, it was significant as I was the first female friend (and one of the first friends) he made in church.

The supporting character is so important. It is often he or she that starts the action in the play, while the main character merely experiences the effects of it. Scene: main character walks down the street. Stranger runs up to them to return them their wallet they’d unknowingly dropped some time back. Main character bursts into tears, having narrowly escaped losing the money to buy an engagement ring in the form of a cheque which was stored in his wallet. Scene: main character sneezes and finds himself out of tissue. Stranger hands him handkerchief. Main character wipes nose and is saved from looking like an idiot holding his nose for the entire train ride.

It’s a really important role, if you think about it. The ability to affect the story of someone else’s life. Everything we do matters, even if we don’t realise it. So be kind. Be generous. Know that you live not only as the protagonist but also the random passer-by whose presence is crucial to the development of someone else’s ongoing plot.