Three Sides to Every Story

I have a niece who is five this year. I found she possesses many characteristics of girls much older than her; just looking at her reminded me of a girl I was quite close to during a stint I had in Junior College. I liked this girl (almost romantically) for while, but slowly some of her habits started to annoy me, though I didn’t know why. Now I know. After observing more little children, I realised that these were signs of immaturity.

Some would call it innocence.

I saw a man who was playing an organ along a corridor of shops, in the hope of receiving donations. He looked like he might have been able to do other forms of work, yet again, maybe he did not. I do not think he had a license to play in public for donations (the government in Singapore requires a license for street-basking). Some people who saw him, pitied him and donated out of stupidity and blindness.

Some would call it generosity and goodwill.

In America, it is common to find Dandelions in many places. In Singapore, where they are less common, they are considered by many as flowers, and beautiful. However, in many other countries they are considered by many as harmful weeds. Some insist they are weeds.

Others insist they are beautiful flowers.

Watch out before you jump to conclusions, all you’ll get is exercise.

There are three sides to every story: yours, mine, and the truth.