"One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving."
Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist (via kari-shma)
shine with a thousand fires
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KAPAG 90’s KID KA, ALAM MO DAPAT ANG KANTANG ITO.
THIS. THIS. THIS. This show is a collection of little stories for children, and every little story has a moral that it teaches. By using creative stories to teach, it really imprints the lessons into the audience’s mind and that’s what made this series so beloved; it has that The Little Prince feel to it. The settings are ridiculous at times, but it has little gems, like Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.
I might not have watched Magic School Bus and Big Comfy Couch like everyone, but man, I would never ever trade the experience of watching Hiraya Manawari and other amazing 90s Filipino children’s shows for anything else.
TV programs used to be phenomenal; what happened? I remember waking up early to catch Hiraya and other educational shows, but once they stopped airing, I more or less stopped watching TV. But then again, I suppose it was good, because in looking for the wonder that these shows evoked, it drew me closer to literature.
So thank you, 90s Filipino TV, for broadcasting such goodness. I especially thank you for Hiraya Manawari (that show was crazy amazing) (can you tell it’s my favourite?), because it introduced me to the world of words. You’re to blame for all the writing and linguistics in my life ;)
It first came out when I was 3, and I watched it until I was around 11 or 12. No wonder I still know the words to this intro! -
I had an interesting conversation with the old lady that I’m taking care of at work. I was reading The Little Prince to her, and here’s what she said to me - verbatim - when I asked her if she liked being read to:
‘You read beautiful. You don’t see what I see with my eyes when you read, but I see beautiful things. I like you reading. You read beautiful, you do good. Is a good story.’
After, I asked her if she liked numbers (because the narrator at the beginning talks about grown-ups liking numbers). She said:
‘Numbers don’t make good meshe. You know what meshe is? Is what you read to me. Is a story. Meshe. I like words, like you do because they make good meshe. They are beautiful. Do you believe everything you read?’
Me: Well, I believe a meshe while I’m reading it, but when it’s done, I stop believing. Because the words have stopped, and it doesn’t exist anymore. I believe in my story, though and I know that you believe in yours.
‘Yes, yes. That’s good.’
Me: I’m sure you have a beautiful meshe. Every morning is a new one, and when you go to bed, it ends. The next day, you write a new one again. Our lives are our stories.
‘Children like them. We should be like children because stories are beautiful. We should look at the beautiful.’
Me: Yes.
‘You know, this is not my home. Little boy in your book is not home. I have no home anymore. But I have a meshe, and is beautiful. Is my home.’
Me: That’s right. Your home is right here, right in your heart.
‘Yes. Because is beautiful, is where everything is.’
Me: When I come back, we’ll finish this meshe, ok?
‘Yes, yes. You have a home?’
Me: I do.
‘Take care of it and take your stories here. Tell good stories. Tell good words. You read beautiful and I like you reading.’
Me: Thank you. I will.
‘I like you smiling. You have beautiful teeth.’
I tried looking ‘meshe’ up and from her repertoire of languages besides English (Russian, Swedish, and German), I ended up with this: מעשה. It’s Yiddish for ‘story’. The phonetic reading is: Mʻşh, courtesy of Google Translate. I don’t know if this is the exact word that she was telling me about, but I’m guessing it’s close? I couldn’t find the word in any of the 3 languages I mentioned, and I didn’t know if she speaks Yiddish or not (but now that I found this word, maybe she does). Maybe I’ll ask her what language it comes from next time.BUT my point is this: we really need to look at our lives with our hearts and faith, trusting and believing the unseen. Keep the memories - the stories - whether they be good or bad. That’s how we live out our lives. That’s how we make a home out of wherever we may be.
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day 8
If you could offer a newborn child only one piece of advice, what would it be?
Ah, definitely this:
Laugh, then, and raise a roar from your saucy lungs, smooth out the wrinkles of your brow, make a long nose, if you like, but don’t turn it up at anything; let the whole place resound with shouts of mirth, let unbridled hilarity make the tears of merriment flow freely, so that laughter may drain them dry, leaving not a drop to grace the triumph of grief.
Prolusion VI. Exactly what Mr Milton said! Laugh, because it is contagious. If you can’t make yourself happy by laughing, it will make others happy. That’s the least we can do for other people in these times, my future baby.
Theme: Linear by Peter Vidani
