The little things...

I used to think that life was all about the big things - the highlights, the milestones, and the landmarks. I now know that's not the case. As a matter of fact, it is indeed the little things we remember. The things like the gentleman who held the door open for me, the bus driver who waited for me to run for the bus, the person who gave me change for the machine for when I didn't have any. I remember even the look of my friends when I first met them, even those I've known for years. These are the kinds of things we never forget. The little details are what makes the world a better place.

These are the things I remember, and the things I think people should pay more attention to. It just makes life a little easier and a little brighter at times.

Thank-you to all the people who are kind and helpful, who always try to do the little things to make a difference in people's lives. :)

In University until 3am and beyond...

I tried an experiment today. I decided to stay at the atrium garden until past 3am. The security guard came and switched the lights off, so we packed our things and followed a random student down the lift to near the biology labs. He showed us the place where we could stay until 5am, or even beyond that. However, throughout the night, at regular intervals, I walked around the college grounds. I saw students and observed their behaviour. I found it very interesting. Some were studying, while others were gaming or watching things online. Some were with friends, boyfriends and girlfriends, and others were alone. I wondered why these students didn't go home and why they were there so late. I just sincerely hope that the reason they don't go back is because they don't have a proper place to go back, or that it's really difficult to study where they are staying.
I don't really know these students who stay on campus so late, but I pray that they will be okay. 
Thus ends the write-up! x

Thinking and thinking...

Recently, I've been told that I "think too much". It's not coming from one person, but from several different people, including both men and women, both those close to me and those who hardly know me at all. It's been worrying me actually. Naturally, I've always been a reflective person. I remember one particular time in the convent, before I was received as a Candidate, when my formation mistress told me she thought I was a naturally reflective person, and wasn't surprised when I wrote about six pages on the prayer of San Damiano in one hour when asked to carry out a devotional exercise one weekend. That was a time when my reflective personality and gift of reflection could be used to the full. I could write many, many things on different topics, and bring in all God has placed around me as my inspiration. These things are what I enjoyed sharing with many. I've always loved to see people smile and receive those words, the insights prompted by the Holy Spirit and find joy. 

I don't really know how to respond to certain situations. When people tell me I think too much, I think I end up thinking more. I become more of an interior thinker, but I don't tell people that. What's inside my mind? Well, lots of things. I care about everyone and anyone I meet. Those whom I know, and those I don't. For me, everyone is a member of my extended family. It's something I learned when I discovered the charism of the Franciscan Minoress. It is something I will always take with me in life, no matter what happens. I remember as a child asking God, "To whom am I supposed to give all this love to? The love that you bestow upon me, which you have blessed me with? It is so empowering, so strong, burning like fire wanting to spread." God blessed me with the love for all people, for poor and rich, sick and healthy, sane and insane, in all things, God has blessed me with a brilliant love, not only for and of Himself, but for every single one of His children too. It is so beautiful. This is my thinking when I do things for people, when I help them, when I spend time with them. I am not perfect, though I am always aware and thinking of how to share God's love with them in the little things. :)

So, forgive me if I over analyse situations. I really don't mean to. In fact, it's only because I really, and truly care about you. If I didn't, then the simple fact would be that I would take things lightly and brush them off, but I don't. I hope you understand. 

With love and prayer.

Consummatum est.