The lessons we learn from the good people in our life

As I sat there and pluck out the bottom ends of bean sprouts for my grams, a thought came to me. No matter how high we soar, no matter where we go and what we do in life, we always seem to find ourselves back to the good people or things in our life. 

I love spending time with my grandparents, as do all their grandchildren. They give me a sense of clarity, a sense of warmth that's hard to find elsewhere. When i'm there at their place, I get sucked into their world of no-sense-of-urgency. It feels good to be at ease, away from the rat race we call life. 

I'm quite lucky to still have my maternal grandparents. My paternal grandma passed away a decade ago and my paternal grandpa a few years after. But I have good memories of them both as I do my maternal ones. How they are fiercely protective of their grandchildren and shower us with much love...their behavior towards us their grandchildren is what shaped my perception of elderly. 

I grew up thinking old people are all nice, full of warmth and wisdom. Of course, along the way you kind of modify that image because not all old people are like that. My grandma is usually the sort who smiles at people on her way to the market. She is one sweet sweet woman. So I had this perception that old women would usually smile at you. Boy was I wrong. I remember complaining to my grandma that an old woman whom I walked past didn't smile back at me when i smiled at her warmly. Not only that, she pretended she didn't see me -_-" And other such encounters I had include them looking at me weirdly when I smiled at them. I digress. 

What i'm trying to say is that, some of us may need these good people in our lives. They make us feel grounded (in a good way) when we soar too high and forget our roots, how they carry out their daily routine remind us that it is the simple things in life that matters. I was pretty bummed out the whole week that my grades were not as good as I wanted them to be, and being with my grandparents for just a short 2 hours, I get reminded that sometimes grades aren't everything. 

Having goals in life is important. It's sad when I see people have zero ambition in life. Or have ambitions such as "staying home and do nothing while my husband slog it out at work because it is a woman's 'god given right". I try not to judge because hey, ultimately, it's their life. They reap whatever they sow. With respect to the topic at hand, i'm reminded that living life in a good honest way is also important. My grandparents always encourage us to pray, study hard and earn an honest living, and never forget to be filial to our parents. And the rest will fall into place for us, god willing. If we're contented with what we have, it makes life so much beautiful and meaningful :)