Pepper

My dog, Pepper, got hit by a car 2 weeks ago, under the care of my ex. I only got to find out yesterday.

When he told me, I was shocked. I didn't know what to say. The only thing going in my head was why didn't he tell me earlier?

I wanted to blame him for Pepper's death. If I had taken care of our dog, she would still be alive. But I know it's not his fault.

Pepper is buried somewhere in Cheras. I want to see her so badly. Maybe just hug her one last time, scratch her ears, or just play catch with her.

I miss her so much. And I know she loved me back. I just wish I could say goodbye.

If I Could

Some people say this with force.
Some people say this with humour.
But I say this with sincerity.

A few months ago, a couple of friends and I sat down and enjoyed our mixed cocktails of beer and whiskey when a question suddenly popped up which stunned everyone into a couple of minutes of silence.

The question was, "What do you think your purpose in life is?"

As we went around the table, answering perhaps the most illogical and unexplainable question, I sat there quietly and wondered how was I going to put my feelings into words. I heard answers which amused and interested me, such as "being put into this life to make people laugh" or "I believe I was born in this life to go through karma which I had collected over the lifetimes".

When my turn came, I could not put my feelings into actual sentences. But I tried.

I felt like my purpose in this life is to make a change for the better. With the utmost sincerity, I hope I could make a large difference in people's lives.

As cheesy as it sounds, I feel like this is my purpose. I was given a life that some people would kill to have. Maybe it is middle-class guilt, the fact that I was lucky to be born into this life but I am also given the chance to grow up and help people in whichever unselfish way I can.

Whenever I register an asylum seeker at my workplace, I feel better.

Whenever I meet someone who cannot afford to pay their rent, their food nor provide for their family and I refer them to someone who can provide them with financial assistance, I feel better.

Whenever I go against the system and vouch for asylum seekers to get registered, I feel better.

To think that in life, I am given the opportunity to do so. I believe that anyone could make a difference; even the smallest would contribute to a considerable amount.

Now if you could make a difference, what would you do?

Or perhaps I should ask, what do you think your purpose in life is?