A father's chronicle (Letter received)

I posted the snail mail yesterday, and Theophilus received it today.

He was so happy. Came into my room and gave me a big hug. I noticed that he wrote a message at the bottom of the mail - "Me 2!"

Yes, my last sentence....

Remember always - I love you the way you are.

A book

I have just completed a book over the holiday. OK, I took quite a while since it was a good book to reflect on so many things within. A very thin book.

 

This is really a book worth reading. I have been reading many of such genre.  Old man sharing about life. But this one is good. I can identify with so many of the things that he wrote. I wished everybody will read it.

I have highlighted many parts of this book. There is one in the chapter 'Being "Productive"' that I want to share:

We live in a world that seems to be lacking kindness and compassion..... How many people in the audience bring pleasure to the lives of another living being every day? ... So what does it mean to be productive? ... But what if we just sit with someone and show compassion? ... I don't need to change the world. But the day is better when I am able to share an intimate moment with someone, listen in a way someone has not been listened to before, or tell a story that gets someone thinking differently. Then I feel my day is productive, and I feel grateful for having lived it.... When you show compassion - and when you receive it - you are being productive. I hope no one will be able to convince you otherwise.

We ought to read and think about these words.

A father's chronicle (A tradition to be handled down)

Today is the second day of the Lunar New Year. It marks a milestone for me. I am beginning a tradition. A tradition of writing. Writing from a father to his son. Not the electronic form, but the old-fashioned hand written letter. Posted. Snail mail.

I have been wanting to write to Theophilus for quite some time now. Like what I wrote in my letter to him:

I think it is a strange thing to have a father writing to his son when all he needs to do is called out his son's name. But, I think writing is a very precious thing. Our writing shows our inner character and thoughts. Even the strength of our hand writing protrays or betrays our many emotions.

So, I have started on a new journey. A journey of words. A journey with my son. And hopefully, from this point forth, he will hand this tradition down to our sons to come. Letters between father and son. To share on our thoughts, our world view on so many topics. Of our struggles. Our failures and success. Our hopes and our prayers.

Today, I started a tradition.