Dear grasshoppers,
Hello there. Get comfy. This is going to be a short one. (I mean... all these episodes kind of are in order to not bore my lovely, lovely readers with equally lovely, lovely long paragraphs.) Let's dive into the hypothetical idea of 2 spices and parmesan, shall we now?
Okay, so I had an intense badminton match a few days ago in gym. This is how I recall it.
I just came in from the mile, tired, sweaty, icky, and ew into the middle of badminton game time. Alors, the only thing I could do was be a sub, so I subbed for the floor that had the lowest score of points. At least there, I wouldn't have to worry about being competitive or being the cause of a lost game.
Anyways, I joined in and my partner was pretty awesome. And I love badminton. So, despite the mile's icky and exhausting residue, I felt alive to actually even play.
You know, the thing about playing a game where you just believe you'd lose is that there is no animal instinct to prove yourself. Instead there's this complete beauty in acceptance. Acceptance and anticipation of loss. So while you do try and put in effort, unlike everyone else, you have the ability to play a good game for what it truly is. You play for fun. Whilst the rest of my team played in deep concentration with focus etched on their faces, my little duo over here was playing this game asking only for a good time. That's it. Whilst anticipating the result to be a loss, of course. :P
A good time. That's all we wanted.
My god. It definitely was.
So here's the surprising thing.
Imagine yourself eating out at a pizza restaurant. The thing about you is that you just love putting spices on your pizza. Your friend here is sitting beside you. You ask them politely if they can pass over two of the spices on the spices rack. You just love your pizza that way, full of spices. And so they do. At the same time that you're spicing up your pizza, a chef walks by and dumps a ton of parmesan onto your pizza. And of course you love parmesan, you just didn't expect the FREE parmesan part coming from a CHEF. (I mean, isn't that guy supposed to be in the kitchen?? Anyways...) Hey, it's FREE and you love parmesan, and the pizza tastes great. And you love it. That night you sleep happy and fulfilled in dreams of a world where you can ask for one something yet along the journey receive more than what you asked for. I mean, what a world, am I right?
Look, I'm not here to brag or anything. But... after having played that badminton match in the name of fun, of amusement, of a grand old time, my duo here got something else we didn't ask for (like that random chef who dumped tons of free parmesan). We got to win. Yeah, like woooo!!! Happy ending!! Yay!! That strays from the point a little bit, but the point is... sometimes. Not all the time.
Sometimes you can walk down a path looking for one wonderful thing, but instead, you received said-wonderful thing plus one more wonderful thing. (my god, that was bloody repetitive.) Or two more if you're really, really lucky. And who wouldn't like a lot of luck?
And so at the end of the day, that extra something you got, that you didn't ask for? It remains a pleasant surprise. Throughout your day, and it makes you think. "If something so simple, as simple as free parmesan can burgeon my heart, maybe I should do that for others. If I felt so freaking high from getting free parmesan, let's get the world high."
I'll stop there, because everything else that I want to say after this will be hellishly cheesy.
Yet I still continue...
Today, walk down the road. And believe that wonderful can happen to you. And that YOU can do wonderful. DROP SOME FREE PARMESAN ON PEOPLE, PEOPLE.
Your favorite girl,
The Hellishly Amazing Ngoc
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