Storm in a teacup…
It’s just a storm in a teacup… (but) the cup of suffering is not the same size for everyone.
(Paulo Coelho)

When you’re in a raging storm, it seems as if the whole world is like a big ocean that is threatening to capsize your boat. You feel like all the ocean water is coming in. You can’t seem to keep afloat  any more.  The sails are flapping and tearing. You’re afraid that whatever you’re holding on so tightly now, won’t make it. That makes you want to hold on even tighter.  

However, in life, the tighter you hold on to something, the more you feel insecure about it. Like the sails in the boat, the tension must be right.  If it is too tight, in a storm, the rope keeping the sails to the boat may snap. So letting out the rope a little will help to keep the boat afloat. Choose what to hold tightly.

I remembered the time when I was bullied in school.  There was a group of my classmates, who were the top students in class. They’re usually the top 5.  I was averaging at 6th to 9th position. I was at the fringe of this group. I tried ‘fitting’ in at one time. When the bullying started, I realised I was really at the fringe and it wasn’t important any longer to be part of the group.

The bullying happened after one of the critical examinations. When the results were announced, I was surprised to find out that I topped the class.  That’s when the bullying started. I would get snide remarks like ‘she’s a walking dictionary’, you can ask her anything, she’ll answer. Or once when there was no teaching session, a group held me down and they removed my school shoes and threw them out of the window. As the class was located on the second or third floor,  I had to run down and retrieve them. I didn’t fight back then but I was very upset.

I, somehow, knew even then, that they were just being difficult because the group was caught unawares thinking that their academic positions in class, were cast in stone. Previously, they didn’t bother me, as I wasn’t very outstanding or vocal. The bullying was subtle, such as isolating me and physically pushing me around.  I guessed it could have been worse. There must have been an invisible force protecting me.  

I believe some children have it worst. Perhaps it was my earlier years in school that prepared me well for the latter years. But that is a story for another post. 

You must feel that the time you’re experiencing will not end. You can’t even see the light at the end of the tunnel. I assure you, it is there. Just hang on! Don’t take on any shame though. You don’t deserve any of this ill-treatment. No one does.  The bullies are usually more insecure and could even be very hurt people.  Their unresolved hurts have made them aggressors.

Don’t let these hurtful incidents define you. You’ll overcome as long as you don’t let these hurts prevent you from becoming who you’re meant to be. However, if you need help, please approach a responsible adult around you (if you are underage) for help.

These experiences made me more determined to do well academically. Of course I told myself that ‘I will not be like them’. That actually caused me to find  quieter friends amongst  my classmates, especially the ‘underdogs’. Having gone through it, I can identify with them.  So my heart goes out to those anyone who have been bullied, whether it is in school or at work. 

For that time, I remembered doggedly carrying on as usual.  I diligently prepared for my exams, ignoring the insults. Feeling that my best weapon would be to outdo them. That didn’t happen again.  It spurred them to study even harder. My particular ‘horror’ ship arrived on the shore shortly, and I was able to get ‘off’ when I graduated from school

I didn’t stay in touch and avoided that group when I saw some of them in high school. Occasionally I dwelt on my not so happy time in school. However, I was glad I had good relationships with my siblings and some good friends that saw me through those difficult times in school. I definitely emerged stronger from it.

With time, there will be others who will recognize your sincerity, which will come through from your actions, not just based on what you say.  It will be revealed to those who matter to you; what your stand was in the conflict. Don’t lose hope.  The storm will soon pass.  Don’t let fear overcome you. 

Your boat just need to cross to the other side of the ocean.  Just hang on till you reached the shore.  To get on the other side, sometimes requires you to just let go. Let go of the people and the material things that ultimately don’t matter. 

There may be something new waiting for you on the other side. But you may have to release what you have in your hand right now. Otherwise if it is too tightly grasped, it can’t take on anything else.

No matter what you’re going through, you’re not too far gone.  Let go of your anxious thoughts!  Your situation may only be as big as the teacup.  Your boat will get to the other side. 

Let go of fear!  Muster up all your courage to move forward.  There is still hope. Hang in there!

Let me share The Teacup Story  below.

Artist: Kat C.          Text: Anna G.

© Copyright of songs belongs to the artiste and their record labels.

The Teacup Story

There was a couple who used to go to England to shop.  They both loved antiques and pottery, especially teacups.  It was their 25th wedding anniversary when they saw a beautiful teacup.  They said,”May we see that? We’ve never seen one quite so beautiful.”

As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke,”You don’t understand,” it said.  “I haven’t always been a teacup.  There was a time when I was red and I was clay.  My master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over and I yelled out,’Leave me alone’, but he only smiled, ‘Not yet.'”

“Then I was placed on a spinning wheel,” the teacup said, “and suddenly I was spun around and around and around.  “Stop it! I’m getting dizzy!  I screamed.  But the master only nodded and said, ‘Not yet.'”

“Then he put me in the oven.  I never felt such heat.  I wondered why he wanted to burn me, and  I yelled and knocked at the door.  I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as he shook his head saying, ‘Not yet.'”

“Finally the door opened, he put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. ‘There, that’s better’, I said.  And he brushed and painted me all over.  The fumes were horrible.  I thought I would gag.  ‘Stop it, stop it!’ I cried.  He only nodded and said, “Not yet.'”

“Then suddenly he put me back into a different oven. This was twice as hot and I was  suffocating.  I begged.  I pleaded. I screamed. I cried.  All the time I could see him through the opening, nodding his head saying, ‘Not yet.'”

Then I knew there wasn’t any hope.  I would never make it.  I was ready to give up.  But the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf.  One hour later he handed me a mirror and I couldn’t believe it was me.  ‘I’m beautiful. I’m beautiful.'”

“‘I want you to remember,’he said, ‘I know it hurts to be rolled and patted, but if I had left you alone, you would have dried up. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled.  I knew it hurt and was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn’t put you there, you would have cracked.

I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadn’t done that, you never would have hardened; you would not have had any color in your life.  And if I hadn’t put you back in that second oven, you wouldn’t survive for very long, because the hardness would not have held.

Now you are a finished product. You are what I had in mind when I first began with you.”  

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