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I recently attended a four-day Digital Storytelling workshop organised by Lions Befrienders. I thought I was signing up to learn how to create better photos and videos. I left with something much more valuable. I learned to see differently. Now I see the world through a new lens. In
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The leaf does not reach for the rain. The rain does not choose the leaf. Together they become beauty. Such is the quiet way of life.
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The ancient Chinese spoke of finding your Dao: the guiding path that helps you focus on what truly matters. If you had to describe your Dao in one sentence, what would it be? Mine is: My Dao is to collect wisdom from ordinary lives and return it to the world
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When I was a young NCO, I truly believed every officer outranked me in every possible way. In the military, it’s easy to feel like your worth is entirely measured by the insignias on your chest. I was the one always saluting and greeting the "superiors," never
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In the past, one of my simple pleasures was enjoying a cup of coffee while reading the newspaper from cover to cover. Today, I no longer read newspapers. Instead, I browse social media on my mobile phone to see what is happening in the world. Then I chat with ChatGPT.
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When I was in pre-university, my morning classes ended at noon. I would take a bus to the Toa Payoh Library and spend the rest of the day studying. When hunger came, I walked to the chicken rice stall. I watched others order chicken with extra meat while I
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I may be old. But the six-year-old inside me still chases butterflies beneath the trees.
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During my second year of National Service, I made a decision that surprised many people. I signed on as a regular soldier on a six-year contract. At that time, it was not a popular career choice among educated young men. The pay was attractive, but there was a significant
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Pocket full of games, dreams, laughter The marbles... small worlds of colour inside my pocket. Some days I won more. Some days I learned more. ~ Singapore, My Memories
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When I was younger, I wished someone had taught me to play music by ear. I learned the Electone by reading musical notes. That helped me play songs that were written on paper, but it did not teach me how to play from my heart. I could not hear a
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"What do you want to be when you grow up?" The classroom buzzed with excited answers. One girl whispered, "Whatever makes my parents happy." Nobody asked what would make her happy.
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In 2008, I quit my corporate job. I had no clear plan and did not know what I would do next. So I prayed and looked for opportunities. While reading the classified advertisements in the newspaper, I noticed a problem. Advertisers were paying $45 a day for three lines of
