Came across a group a buskers who were part of this community called "The Beloved".
And at their blog, I came across this post that reflected my current sentiments, word for word:

Giving, or giving up?

Have you ever been so outraged with a close friend that you try to avoid him or her, and you'd be relieved for a reason to be busy so that you don't have to talk or even look at the person? Lets be real. I have.

Talking to some friends recently reminded me again that it takes a special kind of love and choice (and modified worldview) to continue meeting up with and watching the back of the dear friend with no strings attached even though i want so much to whack my friend's head with a genetically modified oversized salmon.

Have you ever felt what it was like to have someone "give up" on you? That surely must have been difficult to accept... Or have you ever given up on someone?

Then again, has there been someone in your life who, no matter what, has always been unconditional in their acceptance and never gave up on you even in your worst of times?

- pony

On the way to work, I learnt a lesson.

A father was bringing his young daughter to kindergarten. They took the elevator from the third floor and down. There were 2 other people in the elevator, a young woman at a corner and a man with a bicycle occupying most of the room. The father and child stepped inside to the unoccupied corner near the door and the elevator descended. When the doors opened, the father and child alighted first, to allow room for thte other 2 to get off. The father, holding his daughter's hand, stood outside and pressed the elevator button to hold the door open so that the other 2 people could get off smoothly. The little girl simply waited patiently with her father, looking on quietly.

The best ways to teach our children is always by example.

Everyday, again and again, I fall in love with the brilliant blue sky and gentle breeze that softly touches my face. The towering yet sturdy green trees and the cheerful sunshine.

Even while I get hurt and my heart broken, Mother Nature envelopes me in her gentleness.
Even when people change and break their promises, Mother Nature is always there for me, unchanging.

I'm so glad to be in love with Mother Nature.

私、雨の日好きなんだ。
心の悩みが降っている雨に流せばいいなっと思う。
雨が上がったら、
空気がきれいで、爽やかで、涼しくなって
心も落ちずいて、静かで、軽くなって
気持ち良いんだ。

雨の日すごく好きなんだ。

It was raining when I got off the bus this morning.
To reach my office in the main campus building, one would have to walk a short distance from the bus stop. And there are two ways: sheltered and unsheltered. Normally, quite a number of people take the unsheltered path because they would have the option of taking the elevator up the building and not climbing up flights of stairs. However, on a rainy day, most people will take the sheltered path to avoid the rain. It's logical and normal, right?

As I step off the bus, I noticed every one turning and walking towards the sheltered path. Without as much a second thought, I opened my umbrella and walked the opposite direction. I love walking in the rain. The pitter patter of raindrops over my head, the refreshing wind in my face, the splashing of water at my feet.

As I cross the road, I turned around to glimpse behind me.
There was no one else but me in the rain.
I couldn't help a smile.
I've come to like the feeling of walking the road less traveled.