Clue #1 : I was obviously not born short sighted. I remember my mom telling me that I should not sit too close to the television. Otherwise, I'll have to wear glasses and that's not something nice. My dad told me not to read in dim lights, because otherwise, I would have to wear glasses and would not be pretty anymore. I thought to myself - what's so terrible about glasses that everyone's saying I should avoid. I observed the older kids on my school bus who were wearing glasses. I thought they were not that bad after all - the kids looked rather smart and intellectual actually.
So I decided (stupidly) that I wanted to wear glasses because I wanted to look smart and intellectual too. Everything my parents told me not to do to avoid wearing glasses, I did. I almost kissed the television. The rest of the story, as they say, is history.
Clue #2 : When I lost my 2 front teeth (not during Christmas, I may add), my mother told me not to push the growing teeth to the front with my tongue. Otherwise, they will protrude and will be out of line with the rest of my teeth. Despite being vain even at a young age, I did not want to take my mother's advise without investigating into the truth of what she said. I observed people with slightly protruding front teeth and somehow thought it wasn't too bad. Some of them actually looked quite alright. I wasn't sure if what my mother said was true, so I decided to put it to the test. The result is of course, crooked teeth.
Whilst I'm rather pleased that I'm not the sort of child that would take everything at face value, I laugh at my foolishness which resulted in 2 things that are constant reminders of my rebellion. Actually, part of me carries a tinge of regret. But I guess these are the lessons I learn on life's journey; 1) that whilst it's good to question things, it's also sometimes wise to listen to those people wiser than we are; 2) whatever we do, we are to use our heads!
But having said all that, I'm still a rebellious kid deep inside.
I also realize that whilst I have to live this life on earth with these scars of rebellion, it really doesn't matter that much because later, when Jesus comes back for me, I'll lose all of them, every single imperfection due to my rebellious self and the occasional foolishness. Thank God that He will not leave us to wallow in our imperfections!
On a different subject, I'm going away with the people in the island. I'm not sure what to expect though - whilst going away sounds like fun, the discreet-ness of things is killing me. We are not to know where we will go until we reach the "appointed place". Apparently, we are to be prepared to get "slightly wet and dirty". Spooky, if you ask me.
If all goes well, I'll live to write my next post.
1 comment:
yeah i can testify your being a little of a rebel but the good nature in you prevents that la...
btw, don't regret. I listened to my parents, i.e didn't sit near the tv and read under bright lights. Result: i'm still short-sighted! :p
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