The Genuine Smile

Everyday I woke up at 5 am, sometimes 4.30am. I had to take a bus to the interchange and then took the train to Orchard where I worked. Saturday worked half day and Sunday was no working day. I changed into the operating theatre gowns and I was always early at work. Hardly was I ever late for work. I was always the early bird.

The operating theatre was very cold and there were all the medical supplies and equipments all around me. I saw doctors, nurses, medical sales people, technical staff, the cleaners, the kitchen staff and so on. I worked hard. I did not talk much. I was not a sweet talker nor a gossiper. I had to learn my job as I was new to the job. The seniors taught the junior. There were no systems. The Head was a 'Big-Talker'. I supposed he got 'promoted' because he and his friend were the only staff there during those days. His friend left to further study oversea and he got 'promoted' as the Head of department as they need expansion in that area. I had two seniors and one equivalent during those days. All the people have different characters.

For not talking, I was regarded as a cold and arrogant person, as always the case, wherever I go. I seem to be the odd and strange creature who did not like to talk much. I was green to the job. As always the case, if you are a better 'talker', you can win people. You can say nice words and people treat you nicer. My equivalent was good at that. This is just politics of the working place. The smartest people of all will always have to do less, if they know how to talk well. The rich will always be well-respected and highly valued.

Everyday I put on the latex gloves and I worked wholeheartedly. However, I was not happy there. I did not have any satisfaction from the job. It was s 'technical' job which all you need was skill and practice through time and experience. It was boring when there were no work to be done. I hate to idle. I prefer to read book than to talk and chat.

Soon, I left the job, after working there for about two years. I was happier working in sales and teaching. Happiness is getting satisfaction from your job. I was happy when my work produced results. My students were happy with me. They saw me and they called me. They looked for me and they wanted to tell me about them. My clients thanked me. I felt good when I helped my clients to earn money. By recommended them the suitable investment products and advising them on appropriate plans, I felt happy as I was helping them. My heart was very glad and satisfied when one client told me that 'his insurance agent was never like that before'. Remarks and results like that, which are produced for all your hardwork are all worthwhile and meaningful. This is the kind of happiness that I want. Happiness is putting hardwork into what you think is right, in exchange for someone who will appreciate what you do.



Happiness is the genuine smile on your face when your mind and the heart meet as one. You know that you are leading your life the right way and you know that what you have done and sacrifice for all your hardwork in your life is all worthwhile.

Today I am still working, but I am working at home. I may not be paid for looking after my children, I may not be paid according to the amount of effort I put in. However, I am happy that everyday, I am able to use my heart and my soul in exchange for my belief -- my belief that I am going to bring Peace, spread Peace to the World. (I do not want to write this, but I am again 'force' and 'guided' to write this. You may not believe me, but I have no idea too. How many times while I am writing this, I wanted to cancel the words in Pink, but some kind of force keep bringing it back. This is the least I can do now.)