About a year ago, we moved houses. We got new sofas, chairs and a dining table—a rectangular glass table to be precise.
At my hold house, we had a beautiful round wooden table. It was large enough to fit about around 14 people.
The new glass table, on the others hand, fits about six chairs only.
And I hated the new table.
I hated that it was glass.
First off it's hard to clean it. It's me and my sister's job to clean the table after eating. And it's just annoying at how blurry the table is even after cleaning it once.
And so, we have to clean again (which we only do sometimes).
Second of all it's glass, therefore people (my family, to say more specially) can openly see what I do or at least the habit I can't seem to erase in my life. And that is putting my feet up on a vacant chair or on the chair I'm sitting on.
I mean, home is home therefore I should at least feel myself at home, right? And do the things I want to do....right?
Well, no. At least 'no' for my mom who can clearly see my action since she sits opposite of the position I'm sitting in.
Oh how I hate that the table is rectangular.
I always get angry when my mom tells me to put my feet down. I mean, I'm at home, mom!
But she continues to say that it's about manners. What you do in home will be mirrored in want you do outside.
Therefore, even at my own home, I don't feel like home. Just kidding.
Home.
What is home?
Well, home could be where one resides in.
Or another, according to Merriam Dictionary : the social unit formed by a family living together.
Home isn't about a nice house or new furnitures like a glass table.
After all they say, 'Home is where you heart is'.
And so, if my home consists of a glass table I hate, I just have to learn to compromise. I have to learn to deal with it. I have to learn to tolerate it's presence.
Sometimes, it's in the littlest things where we find answers or learning we ought to truly understand.
So, take a minute to pause at how some things just work for the best when it doesn't look like so.
After all, a glass table taught me manners.
A glass table taught me to erase bad habits.
A glass table taught me to work with things I find hard to deal with or at least to compromise.
A glass table taught me that what we do inside our home shapes what we do outside of our own territory.
A glass table taught me that not everything I want will be allowed. It's either the environment that changes or my attitude, just like how we deal with problems in our daily life.
So the next time you see a glass table, remember that sometimes a glass table isn't bad after all.