Issue of May 13, 2018

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The little stars

They say that when a person has gone through a lot of pain, all they could see is sadness and negativity. But I don’t think that’s the case. I think people who go through a lot of pain tend to appreciate the small things in life. Think about it like this: when you see a dark canvas, it’s human nature to look for the light. My English teachers and my elementary Science teacher always told their students that if they couldn’t find the light, they should be the light.

Easy to say, right? Well, if you know someone whose canvas is filled with darkness, give them some light paint. It could be pink, yellow, blue, or green. It doesn’t have to be white. Give them reasons to continue moving on. Tell them to have a great morning and to have a great day. Tell them to take care of themselves, to drink water and always have a snack. Tell them their hair looks great or that their sweater looks amazing on them. Sometimes, you don’t even have to talk to them. You can leave a little post-it note that says “Keep smiling” or “This, too, shall pass.” If you’re not into words, share a biscuit. Smile at them in the hallways.

See, these things don’t seem to be much but they could mean a lot to that person. They are reminded that someone cares, and sometimes that really is enough. When you give them the light paint, what they see will no longer be just a black canvas but a galaxy. The white specks could be the times you smiled and greeted them. The little baby blue clouds could be the times you reminded them to stay hydrated. The purple stardust could be the times that you complimented their hair or sweater. These are the things that brighten someone’s day. It’s always just the little things that matter.

Lastly, if you’re that person with dark canvas and no light paint to use, give. I know we’ve heard of the questions “How can I help others if I can’t help myself?” My Social Science teacher counters that with, “Then the more you should help others in order to help yourself.” It sounds like a paradox and it’s a contrasting instruction but I’ve been doing that lately. I’ve been crying in taxis (not because of the recalibration) but from how sad I am. Despite this, I always text my classmates to always take care and their happiness gives me happiness. Even if my day wasn’t alright, if I was able to brighten someone’s day, that gives me a reason to keep going and keep helping someone. It helps me know my worth, not just in my life, but in others. Our worth isn’t always measured by nebulas, planets, or moons. Sometimes, it’s the little stars we look up to; that the little star is a whole galaxy of happiness to someone else.

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