Skip to main content

Volunteering - Medicine for the Heart!

Image result for images of volunteering hands


I have been volunteering for a couple of non-profit organizations and self-initiated projects as far back as 2007. I must confess, it’s been the most rewarding, memorable and eventful accomplishments for me.

When I started, all I knew at the time was I cared about causes that affect children and women (girls), especially with regards to them having equal opportunities and access to basic human rights such as an education.  I never at the time thought I would eventually make it a full time job; although I remember always day-dreaming about being on world’s impact platforms such as the United Nations. (Dreams, by the way do come true and mine certainly will!)

Giving the gifts of my time, resources and self has helped with my heart a lot more than red wine would ever do. If you ever wondered why I am so free spirited and sometimes play a lot like a child, now you have the answer.
Trust me; there were days, times and moments I would weep uncontrollably in my closet at the injustice of this world and sometimes at how helpless I was at days I wished I could save the world at once. An almost impossible task for an individual!

Volunteering placed a burning burden in my heart. It helped me learn to pause from the consumption of my desires and look out for another. It has helped me become more compassionate and patriotic.  Although I think from childhood, I probably must have been labelled to be a patriot from heaven. No doubt, some of my teachers and my Dad especially planted these seeds. Or how can you explain a 5 year old crying with goosebumps all over while reciting the national anthem and pledge?

It was more than mere words for me. I read the dictionary then for the meaning of the word ‘pledge’ after my primary school teacher drew our attention to that word. I knew I was making a vow to the country I love and could die for, with every word from that national pledge.
It’s sad that more than two decades after, we are still or worse than where we were - Story for another time and post. Perhaps, those words grew into intentions and actions that I couldn’t resist.

Volunteering is life and living.
If you have a space or platform you can volunteer with, be it a religious organization or faith based projects, or with a non-profit or it’s just you initiating projects around your communities (virtual or physical) – you don’t even have to register a non-profit in order to do some good; please by all means go ahead and be committed. It’s usually not about how long but how ‘present’ you are at the time of service.

Volunteering is fun. Have lots of fun planting smiles, learning something new and investing in the future. Irrespective of the causes you care about; climate, education, health, gender equality, security etc., make each moment you share with the people you meet and work with a lasting sweet memory.

To all who have selflessly dedicated their lives in whatever measure, thank you for being a part of a solution! No matter how tiny you might think your contributions are, no matter how ‘invisible’ your works or projects might appear, no matter how ‘unfamous’ you might be, remember one thing; YOU are a vital and crucial part of an enormously dependent world full of love, hate, hunger, plenty, violence, peace and everything in between.

YOU and your contributions matter to restoring peace and humanity on earth. You, my dear friend are a part of a bigger picture, way too big for one person to fit in alone.
This is my antidote for a long, happy and selfless life. You should take a sip of this sweet wine too.
To living and dying empty,
Cheers!

 TA


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

For My G.Ma - Felicia

I never knew I would miss her this much. People never understood why I love Christmas. I didn’t quite get it too – apart   from the bursting joy of the birth of Christ, the melodious songs and beautiful decorations; there was more to the super hyper and lovey-dovey feeling I always have this season. So, I was scrolling through my phone gallery and saw the last photo I had with my G.Ma. Oh by the way, Christmas was her birth and death day. I’m writing this because of her. Just to share a bit of her awesomeness with you. That woman was a bad-ass! Reminiscing on my childhood memories with her, I realized she was the reason I love Christmas. I usually spent my Christmas and New-Year holidays with her as a child. She would take me to her church and ask the priest to allow me join other children in the Christmas carol rehearsals and performances. She would take me to the salon and have my hair done and accessorized. I hated making my hair, it was just too stressf...

Life

It seems like the only thing we leave behind besides legacy are the memories we create and imprint in the hearts of the people we love, have met, or cared for. Legacy, in my opinion, is formed out of memories – where we’ve been, the things that we did, our goals and accomplishments, even failures. The older I get, the more I think I’m beginning to understand the true essence of life. I hope I do. One moment, the people we love, know, or care about are here and the next they are gone. Tell me again, why we clench our fists as a new-born and let it all out when we leave? Or why we make loud noises in the announcement of our arrival and walk away in silence, sometimes without notice. Is life that meaningless, as the words of the king in Jerusalem, son of David? I never entirely fully agreed with some of his words in Ecclesiastes, the idea of it is very understandable though, actually very deep for one who has seen it all, I suppose.   ‘One generation goes its way, the next one...

Story

In this journey called life, where moments and seasons appear like stories that would become history and re-cycled in the future.  This story in which all must play a part, big or small, voluntarily or forcefully; somehow you are in the loop - it is the circle of life.  This story of life, some of us would write it; some would tell it; some would invent it; some would create it; some would act it; some would direct its sequence; some would learn and build from it; some would fight for it; some would die for it; some others would passively watch it.  In the end, you alone will choose what narrative you want your scene in the story of life to look like. Remember you are in the story, no one said you couldn’t be the story! In this journey called life, where moments and seasons appear like stories that would become history and re-cycled in the future. This story in which all must play a part, big or small, voluntarily or forcefully; somehow you are in the loop - it is the...