The Everlasting Gift: Love

Gift-giving is so important be it whether that person’s primary love language is gift-giving or not.

The gift, expensive or handmade, tangible or intangible may only last temporal; chocolates will be eaten or become moldy, flowers bring delight to the recipient but die away soon after, words off an encouraging letters may fade or get eaten away by time, even objects may face degeneration and decay with time passed.

But the feelings invoked from the very act of giving far exceeds every expiry date of the gift. It may be conceived out of ceremonial custom, goodwill, loyalty, kinship, gratitude, or the highest order of them all – Love. Perhaps that’s the real reason behind the joy and happiness when girl receives flowers from boy, patient receiving fruits from friends, grandparents receiving a drawing from their grandchildren. For though the gift may no longer cease to exist in the future, the feeling one gets from the gift and the giver lingers on [forever some may say].

Thank you mother for the gift of half-boiled eggs in the morning  and the gift of LOVE! ❤

Soft boiled eggsPHOTO: Reuel Eugene Tay (Ipad2)

A Box Of Chocolates

“Just remember, life is a box of chocolates.”

I shook my head a few times and looked at her. “Maybe I’m not so smart, but sometimes I don’t know what on earth you’re talking about.”

“You know, they’ve got these chocolate assortments, and you like some but you don’t like others? And you eat all the ones you like, and the only ones left are the ones you don’t like as much? I always think about that when something painful comes up. ‘Now I just have to polish these off, and everything’ll be OK.’ Life is a box of chocolates.”

(Taken from Norwegian Wood, P330-331 by Haruki Murakami)