Enough time for a second chance …

It’s not easy to give others a second chance. Or simply, you don’t have enough time to. It sounds ridiculous, but it’s true. Most of the time you will only judge one person based on your first impression about them. If it’s not good, their bad image will become fixed in your mind. When you think about them, you think about the bad experience. When you talk about them, you will talk ill of them. The impression will soon become an undeniable truth to you, you will believe it and make others believe it. Based on what? Well, just the first impression. The situation turns worse as we tend to walk past each other much faster than in the past. You’re surrounded by a tremendously bigger pool, so the available chances make you underestimate any connections you’ve already had. So what big deal, you think. I can meet plenty of other cool guys. You’re not wrong. Yes, you can meet millions of them. But to build a relationship, you need time, starting with time to give others a second chance.

Think about it, all of us have some bad days when all we want to do is to hide ourselves in the room, feeling totally lost or broken. If you can have that feeling, others can. They can’t always stay cool and perform their best. Believe it or not, just like you, they want to show their best side, they want to be nice and to be loved. Please be tolerant and open-minded enough to accept the fact that the bad first impression you have about someone may result from those dark moments that anyone could possibly suffer from. Give them a second chance. Don’t take up the habit of judging a book based on its cover. Think about yourself, you’re never perfect.

First impression is important, isn’t it? So while you become more tolerant, for your best sake, you should also think about the first impression you give others. There’re plenty of people that will never or simply can never give you a second chance, even when personally they really want. An employer can only give you a few minutes to show him you’re the desired person. So all you can do is grabbing the opportunity and do your best. Think about your look. Think about your manner. Take care of anything that could tell people about you even at their first glance. And make sure they’re good …

But you don’t have to be at your best all the time. Sometimes you can allow yourself to be crazy and lost … Some mean ones will judge, but who cares?

Fresh like hot bread …

As times goes by, some parts of me just changed without my awareness. Most noticeably, I guess my selective mechanism is getting harder every single day, so not every outside factors can seep in quickly. For example, I cannot easily be impressed. I cannot easily be moved. I cannot easily be persuaded to believe in others’ perspective. At first, I thought I kind of got to the phase of being numb. I was freaked out horribly when that idea came to my mind. However, after a while, I realized that, luckily, it’s not so big a deal. It’s just a part of me growing up. As I expose more to the world, as I collect my experience day after day, I’m building up something of my own, I’m learning to see with my own eyes and to judge with my own rationality. I’m not saying that I become a been-there-done-that or a know-all-see-all bitch. All I have right now are fractions, some bits and pieces of a miscellaneous collection that I haven’t known how to arrange in right order or how to put together into a complete picture. The thing is as I grow, I somehow raise my bars higher to accept things that the world show me and somehow demand more of the world, and … well, of myself.

However, there’s one thing, one good thing that still stays with me, pure and untouched during those long hard days: the joy of reading. I still have that feelings when I come into a bookstore – the feeling of being overwhelmed and overexcited, the feeling of your heart being swollen with happiness just like when you open your eyes and see some touch of bright fresh sunlight seeping through your bedroom window on a big trip day. As I walk through the aisle, I don’t care who’s around, where I am and how long I’ve been there anymore, just books – whatever they are – whispering to me promises to take me away, to reveal me something outrageous, even give me some answers to my questions and therefore probably remove part of the heavy things on my chest. When I close my eyes and sniff a new book, I still feel safe and protected like a child in bed with warm feet and stuffed tummy. What a relief to know …

If you want to find me in some dark days of my life, visit a bookstore … I might have more wrinkles on my face and countless calluses in my heart, but hopefully this love would stay with me forever, always fresh like hot bread I often buy when standing in line in a peaceful late afternoon …