Buried Opportunities

6 April 2018 Friday 10:58pm

“Ever been to a cemetery? How many lost opportunities do you think are buried there?”

I’m having trouble with the cemetery tweet, God. So are you saying that opportunities that we let go or ignore will be buried with us?

When you’re given a compliment, what do you say?

I’ll say thank you.

Which means that by saying thank you, you accepted the compliment which are spoken words – which then becomes a thought in your head.

You can put it that way, yes. So what’s that got to do with buried opportunities?

Opportunities are thoughts, are they not?

Yes.

So when you turn down or ignore an opportunity, the thought of that opportunity has already occupied a space in your head. Shall we put it that way?

Yes, we can put it that way.

So what happens when you are offered many opportunities in your lifetime? What do you think happens?

I suppose the thoughts about them will occupy a lot of space in my head. Can we cut to the chase, please? Just tell me why opportunities are buried with us when we die.

Your soul is invisible. Your thoughts are invisible. So what do you think your soul is made of?

My soul is made up of thoughts?

Actually, your soul is made up of feelings which it turns into thoughts. You turn thoughts into words, which you then turn into actions.

Okay, I get it. The soul may be made up of thoughts of lost opportunities. But the soul doesn’t die with the physical body. The soul returns to you. The body just deteriorates and disappears into the earth. Definitely there are no lost thoughts of opportunities disappearing into the earth. Um..Are there?

All of a sudden you’re not sure?

I was before. But this beating around the bush is making me confused. So I’m beginning to doubt myself.

Exactly.

That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say? Exactly? I still don’t understand our tweet. How can opportunities be buried with us when we die? I’m back where we started.

Exactly.

*sigh* Never mind.

Rebonding

I just had a haircut. Two, actually.

You see, I have intolerable, irritating, drives-me-crazy, bad-hair-365-days-a-year, frizzy, unmanageable, naturally messy wavy hair. (Any woman who tells you she’s happy with the hair she’s born with is lying.)

I’ve resorted to “rebonding” a couple of times to boost my self-esteem. Many women will agree with me when I say, rebonding is the second Christ for hairdom. Hallelujah!

According to one website—“Rebonding is a chemical hair treatment that makes your hair straight, sleek and shiny. It is a process where the chemical bonds in your hair are broken, rearranged and bonded back again permanently using very strong chemicals. It is one of the most damaging things you can do to your hair.”

I agree with the damaging part, although I know I’m not alone when I say, better damaged hair than walking around looking like Don King.

Anyway. It’s a wonderful self-esteem and confidence booster when your hair looks good. Although, I have to admit there are a couple of things I’m not exactly a fan of when having this hair treatment:-

One—the sitting time at the salon which may take up to at least 4 to 5 hours. (I watched The Hurt Locker on my iPhone one and half times at my last session.)

Two—the unsightly regrowth after a few months. The “unsightly regrowth” is another way of saying, “Oh no! The I-hate-the-hair-I-was-born-with is showing!”

And three—even though rebonded long hair looks nice, Singapore’s hot and humid weather forces me to always have it tied up. (“Ayoh! Always tie up, then keep long hair for what? Then pay so much some more!” says my hairdresser.)

Time for a haircut.

But the haircut I had last Tuesday was not to my liking.

And it was because I betrayed myself.

I brought along a sample picture of the actual haircut that I thought would suit my face and hair texture without resorting to rebonding. The hair expert thought otherwise.

So instead of relying on my instinct and insisting on what I really wanted, I betrayed myself by giving away my ownership of my hair to the hairdresser. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings by doubting her expertise. Lucky for me, she finally gave up on selling the rebonding treatment.

I always forget that my hair only looks good right after a visit to the salon. But once I’m home and there’s no one to blow-dry and tweak my hair into place and slap on all sorts of miracle creams and lotions after a shampoo, it’ll go back to its original chaotic mess. Aargh!

I had to use the flat iron (so much work) to make it look half decent and the sleekness only lasted as long as Mr Humidity didn’t wreak more havoc to it.

And I realized the haircut (after natural air dry) didn’t suit my face and hair at all because it brought attention to my sagging cheeks (I’m 50, okay.)

I woke up Thursday morning, one look in the mirror and I thought, That’s it! I’m gonna have to get this fixed even if I have to look like GI Jane. 

I was the first customer of a salon at a nearby shopping centre.

I told the hair expert my woes. This time I insisted on the cut I really wanted and threatened to go somewhere else if he didn’t comply. (Like as if they’re going to declare bankruptcy at the loss of your patronage. Get real.)

Luckily, I didn’t have to do a GI Jane. I look better and I feel better too. Somewhat…

Without rebonding, I still have to work hard to get my hair to look really nice.

I dread using a hair-dryer and a flat iron because of my weak right shoulder. But like Mum says–no pain, no gain.

I am considering rebonding again…

Purpose #1- Change doesn’t happen by chance. You need to work at it. 

Purpose #2 – Your ideas about what is right and wrong are just that—ideas. They are the thoughts which form the shape and create the substance of Who You Are. There would be only one reason to change any of these; only one purpose in making an alteration; if you are not happy with Who You Are.” ~ CWG Bk 1

Purpose #3 – To have peace there must be chaos. 

Purpose #4 – If women weren’t vain, civilization as we know it will cease to exist. I’m kidding! More like—If you feel good within, you’d want to look good outwardly too. It’s called self-confidence aka belief in your Self.

And I’d like to dedicate this post to my late twin brother, Rene, whom I shall “rebond” with someday…

Twins

Self Confidence

This story might come in useful to someone I know who’s lacking self-confidence right now. I say–God has given us EVERYTHING. You’re not lacking anything, you’re simply not using it…

A Short Story on Self Confidence………

There was a business executive who was deep in debt and could see no way out.

Creditors were closing in on him. Suppliers were demanding payment. He sat on the park bench, head in hands, wondering if anything could save his company from bankruptcy.

Suddenly an old man appeared before him. ”I can see that something is troubling you,” he said.

After listening to the executive’s woes, the old man said, “I believe I can help you.”

He asked the man his name, wrote out a check, and pushed it into his hand saying, “Take this money. Meet me here exactly one year from today, and you can pay me back at that time.”

Then he turned and disappeared as quickly as he had come.

The business executive saw in his hand a check for $500,000, signed by John D. Rockefeller, then one of the richest men in the world!

“I can erase my money worries in an instant!” he realized. But instead, the executive decided to put the uncashed check in his safe. Just knowing it was there might give him the strength to work out a way to save his business, he thought.

With renewed optimism, he negotiated better deals and extended terms of payment. He closed several big sales. Within a few months, he was out of debt and making money once again.

Exactly one year later, he returned to the park with the uncashed check. At the agreed-upon time, the old man appeared. But just as the executive was about to hand back the check and share his success story, a nurse came running up and grabbed the old man.

“I’m so glad I caught him!” she cried. “I hope he hasn’t been bothering you. He’s always escaping from the rest home and telling people he’s John D. Rockefeller.”

And she led the old man away by the arm.

The astonished executive just stood there, stunned. All year long he’d been wheeling and dealing, buying and selling, convinced he had half a million dollars behind him.

Suddenly, he realized that it wasn’t the money, real or imagined, that had turned his life around. It was his newfound self-confidence that gave him the power to achieve anything he went after.

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