What’s Your Next Move?
“What’s your next move, Mei-Wan?” This is a question from
a dear friend whom I had dinner with last night. After the tasty dinner, per my
suggestion, the group of us went to a Starbucks coffee shop right across the
public library where we call our work home. When she said she would buy me a
cup of coffee, my spirit simply was enlightened. I like someone to buy me a
drink. It’s a hidden secret I didn’t even know I have had until recently. I
told her the latte she bought me the other day was still occupied my mind and I
couldn’t forget how delicious a cup of coffee could be. Strange, isn’t it? It’s
a question lurking in my mind since that Wednesday afternoon. Thank you, PP.
At the coffee table outside the coffee shop, the five of
us easily got into casual conversation. Topics varied: from work to life
itself. Then PP asked me that question. It’s a good one for I have been
thinking of the same thing recently. What’s next? Do you ever ask yourself such
imploring question? It’s also a scaring question. It intimidates me for if I do
discover the answer I feel I am going to make certain commitment and that means
I would be hooked and it’s a difficult road that I have to take to someplace
new and unknown. So, do I know what’s next? Or do I even want to get an answer
to scare myself?
Talking is thinking loud. As I looked at my dear friend
while she was talking a light came through. I know what I would like to do, or
at least, I would like to give it a try.
One
of the questions in Allison DuBois’s book “Don’t Kiss Them Good-bye” is: Have you made a difference in someone’s
life? This question is pretty strong, riveting, and provoking. It got me
thinking.
It doesn’t matter what’s my next move? For time flies and
flies forward. If only I could keep this good question in my mind as if it’s a
navigation system guiding me and forcing me onto the right track then whatever
I do won’t be too far from the track. Public library is a place welcomes
everyone, I mean everyone.
It’s a perfect place for
someone seeking self-improvement. Almost every night, after my shift is over, I
would reflect what’s happened at work and talk about it with my family. As I
talked I also did some pondering. This kind of communication assists me to
become a better person. Forget and forgiveness is an art I personally consider
very hard to acquire. Forgetting the bad happenstances is a sure way to have a
fresh start. To forgive, one needs a soft and strong heart. Both come hand in
hand. For some people, the hardest person to forgive is the self.
So what’s my next move? To help someone I guess. Witnessing
someone’s hard earned accomplishment is a joy that would make me smile big, the
kind of smile that makes my heart tremble and goose bumps decorate everywhere
along my body.
Yes, I like that picture.
