Peaceful Voice

  I'm afraid of making mistakes.  Yes, you've read that right.  I am afraid of making mistakes in the academic field.  I know the cassette by heart now, "mistakes make you grow", "you learn from mistakes", "mistakes are part of human nature", all of that.  I did make mistakes, and I was alright with them and promised myself to do better. And I did do better.  I believe I concluded too fast before testing myself, during certain delicate situations.  This year, middle school to high school transition hit me hard in maths.  I've always been good at maths, easy to grasp concepts.  In class I pay full attention, and it seems like a piece of pie to devour.  My class's level in maths is pretty good.  Some of them don't even need extra maths training in self-study sessions or with tutors. They just needed to listen and pay attention.  Some worked extra hours, but not too much, just the right amount.  And then there's me.  3ho...

  Little cup of tea.  This morning, I drank a cup of tea. A little, warm, cup of tea.   It was very sweet.  Fresh even though warm, probably due to the mint leaves.  It left a little back taste of rose aroma, my favorite secret ingredient to add.  It warmed my soul more than it warmed my hands.  I drank that cup in a hurry. Did not give it that much attention.  While I was in the car, I thought about it.  My brain could not stop thinking about that cup, it just had a sudden zoom-in.  That little cup containing hot liquid.  That little detail in my morning, so insignificant yet so important.  It filled me with energy, it made me happy and ready for my day.  If that little cup of tea was too hot, or too cold, it would've made me quite uncomfortable and embittered.  This little cup of tea can be compared to anything you think is insignificant.  That seat warmer during the winter, towels fresh out of the dryer, first...