the hidden image

It was tough work, but I wasn’t going to give up anytime soon. I took my pick and continued to hack away at the solid rock that stood before me. There were certain weak points, where I could easily break through, while other layers were just pushing me to give up on my work. At certain times, the hammer and chisel were more effective. Other times, the pick would serve well. But I had to be careful. If I simply hacked my way through, the rocks on top might just come tumbling down. I had to be careful of the condition of the rocks and as well as the general weather. I had to observe and take note of every single change in that which lay before me. I was adamant to get through all those layers and see what laid behind it all.

I wiped the sweat off my brow and paused for a moment. I wondered, was it really worth it all? Maybe I’ll just be disappointed with my findings. Maybe this would be time wasted. I could invest in something easier. Hmmm…

I took up my pick and gave it one hard swing towards the rocks. Suddenly everything fell apart. And I peered into the opening, my torchlight scanning around to see what I have discovered. And then I saw it. It may have been a super tough front, and it sure took me long to break down all the layers, but deep down… really deep down, she was just like every other – full of emotions, tears and laughter, a hidden past unspoken of, and a heart that still wants to be loved.


a different light

“I’ve had it! I’m sick and tired of people doing this to me!”

“Do what?”

“Every single time they come near me, they just have to step on me, put me down and hurt me so bad. Do they not notice what they’re doing? Are they oblivious? Or are they just stupid? I’ve had it with them.”

“What do you intend to do?”

“I’m gonna stand up to them all. I’m gonna show them the true me. I’m not gonna sit still and let them have their way with me!”

“Take a deep breath and calm down, sister. Maybe they never intentionally wanted to step on you. Sure, there are always those annoying folks that just step on you because they want to, or because they can. But some, never intended to hurt you. They were just on their way to their destination, and you just happened to be in their way.”

“That’s rubbish! They always want to step on me. I’m so sick and tired of it all.”

“Look around you. We are but grass of the field. People don’t aim where they thread when passing a field.”

Harbouring bitterness isn't of any worth. Forgiveness tastes better.