Strings of life
Upon returning home, there was a minor argument with my housemate about how I should not have lent my friend the violin. She said it is such an expensive instrument, what if he spoils it? Or what if he does not return it to you? Being a quiet person, I did not really said much for myself. But thought silently, it's strange how I never think of these things whenever somebody asks anything from me. I just give, if it's available for use. To me, it's better to be used than to be left alone. At least there is some productivity, instead of being idle (i.e. the violin).
But obviously different people have different mindsets. I do not know where or how my violin is now, but I never really thought much about it after lending it away, until this morning, my housemate asked why did my friend borrowed it for so long? Again, the matter is brought up. A matter which never bothered me the slightest.
It is just strange, sometimes, I think, for some people to hold on so much to what belongs to them and what does not. What is theirs and what is not. To draw the lines so broadly and holding themselves so tightly, when life indeed, is just a split second of having the chance to give, before it's too late.
It's true isn't it?
Life is not all about who you are.
Or who you want to be.
But who they allow you to be.