A Little Hut, the Candles and Me.

The strong wind of busyness was blowing hard at that time. Again, it robbed me of my precious time that I kept for myself and my loved ones. I thought of moving out of this place, to escape from the bad situation, but I didn't want to make a hasty decision and end up in regret later. After all, this unpleasant period would usually disappear after torturing me for some time.

I spent a bit of my time after work to build a small hut beside the road. I thought of using it as a place for me to spend a little time to write my heart out during this difficult moments, hoping that it would help me to feel a bit better. The hut was small, ugly and the inside was dark and empty, except for a table and a chair for me to sit and write.

I started to spend my free time in the little hut, writing whatever crossed my mind. It was very difficult to write as the hut was in darkness, but I still carried on writing. Whenever I had opportunities, I would spend my time in this little hut.

After a few months, the strong wind which swept away my joy of life stopped blowing, and I was back to normal life. I was so happy, but aware that such a time might come again in the future. From then on, I seldom visited my little hut, I didn't really needed it anymore. In fact, after a while, I felt quite unpleasant to write in the darkness of the hut. On top of that, I don't usually stick to doing the same thing for a long period unless I really enjoy it. The only thing that has never bored me since I was a kid is reading. After all, writing is not my passion, I'm not good at it at all, I didn't enjoy it and I did it just to get rid of some unpleasant emotions, and now, it was all over. I thought that it was time for me to lock the door and say goodbye to the little hut.

One day, as I was walking towards the hut. From far, I noticed a flickering light coming from the hut's window. I rushed and opened the door, and to my surprise, there was a burning candle on the table. Somebody must had left it there, a stranger. The light of the candle had brighten the gloom. It was bright enough that I could actually write comfortably now. I took out a piece of paper and wrote a few words, the light from the candle aided me and I felt satisfaction. Darkness is no more a reason for me to lock the door, I postponed my plan and walked home.

A few days after that, I returned to the hut, and again, I was caught in surprise as there was another burning candle on the table. Now, the room became even brighter and to spend my time writing in the hut turned into something I enjoyed.

Since then, every once a while, I would find new candles burning on the table. The strangers who left the candles are nice and kind people. They had unknowingly encouraged me to keep the hut alive as a place for me to write.

Today, I still spend my free time in the hut. I had named it "A Little Time". I still write, but for a reason I'm not quite sure of. May be, its just that I don't want to loose those strangers, the people who had left the "candles of inspiration", encouraging words of complement, they, who eventually became my friends, whom I've never met.

They are wonderful people who are nice, kind, creative and witty. They are the reason I'm still here writing, writing simply, to whatever ability level that I'm at. If one day, for some reason, I had to leave this place, I would walk away with great memories and experiences I went through with these people. I hope that more candles would burn and give brightness to "A Little Time".

I found satisfaction in appreciating others, of course those who deserve it. It is great to appreciate and be appreciated, and I found it here in this place.

I left the hut with the candles burning bright and turned off the computer.


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