{"id":349,"date":"2007-11-16T01:33:00","date_gmt":"2007-11-16T01:33:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laimayleng.com\/blog\/?p=349"},"modified":"2007-11-16T01:33:00","modified_gmt":"2007-11-16T01:33:00","slug":"crying-over-spilt-milk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/crying-over-spilt-milk\/","title":{"rendered":"Crying Over Spilt Milk"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_M3iNL0ShtgM\/Rz0OxJLTA5I\/AAAAAAAAAqQ\/EHSGwzFiFyM\/s1600-h\/milk.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_M3iNL0ShtgM\/Rz0OxJLTA5I\/AAAAAAAAAqQ\/EHSGwzFiFyM\/s320\/milk.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133275387711914898\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>I couldn&#8217;t remember what made me cry that day. But the lesson learned I will never forget. My eyes were still swollen since I was sobbing bitterly. I wanted comfort in a familiar arms. I knew a hug would make me feel better. I got home and found my way into my father&#8217;s arm. Sharing the sadness, I was still crying, stumping myself over what had happened. My father never said anything, instead he walked to the refrigerator, took out a carton of milk and poured himself a glass of milk.<\/p>\n<p>Dumbfounded on the sofa, I watched him as he walked back and sat next to me. Gently, he said &#8220;Hold the glass, now pour it onto the table.&#8221; Puzzled in distraught, I did as instructed. Making a spill on the table was easy, looking at the mess was not. The stream of milk slowly dripped onto the ground. The stains were noticeable. &#8220;Now, you can continue crying or clean the mess,&#8221; my father said. Still in shock, I didn&#8217;t say a word. Being a 12 year old then, I couldn&#8217;t understand the theory behind this little demonstration.<\/p>\n<p>How many times have we, being an adult, cried over spilt milk ? Indeed, it was a very subtle experience watching the milk evaporate for 3 hours.  I sat there, crying, even more frustrated as my father refuses to comfort me. He sat there with me, observing me in tears. Finally, I went dry, there wasn&#8217;t a drip left in me. I looked at the puddle of milk, it was gone. All that was left was just a stain on the table and on the floor. What did I learn ? I cried for nothing. All the squirming and whining were meaningless. I finally understood it and I cleaned the mess. <\/p>\n<p>Since then, often when I am struck with an uphill, I just learn to clean the mess. Surely, crying helps, but only as a form of stress release. After all, there is really no point crying over spilt milk.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I couldn&#8217;t remember what made me cry that day. But the lesson learned I will never forget. My eyes were still swollen since I was sobbing bitterly. I wanted comfort in a familiar arms. I knew a hug would make me feel better. I got home and found my way into my father&#8217;s arm. Sharing [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-349","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-inner-thoughts","et-doesnt-have-format-content","et_post_format-et-post-format-standard"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/349","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=349"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/349\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=349"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=349"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=349"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}