May you see it
and experience shower of blessings.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
Happy Displeasures
Today is somewhat like a happy displeasure.
So you'd ask...
I say quiet displeasure because Im in this state where there are so much that I want to write or express but there are no words coming out... as in i can't seem to articulate them.
It is a discomfort to not being able to articulate your thought lest yourselg.
But, in this discomfort lies a trace of happinness. Why the contradiction?
I hope i don't make a fool of me by thinking that im happy at the same time sad. But yeah that is the truth - I experience sadness because I think i am very far now from myself. I can't hear my own voice. I can't read my own writings. I can't seem to understand both the spoken and unspoken words. Yet, in all these I hold a cup of peace as my min freely wonder from one thought to another from one feeling to another. Are my sensibilities bouncing or scattered?
I really don't know but I guess I'll be fiine.
The road is not over yet.
So you'd ask...
I say quiet displeasure because Im in this state where there are so much that I want to write or express but there are no words coming out... as in i can't seem to articulate them.
It is a discomfort to not being able to articulate your thought lest yourselg.
But, in this discomfort lies a trace of happinness. Why the contradiction?
I hope i don't make a fool of me by thinking that im happy at the same time sad. But yeah that is the truth - I experience sadness because I think i am very far now from myself. I can't hear my own voice. I can't read my own writings. I can't seem to understand both the spoken and unspoken words. Yet, in all these I hold a cup of peace as my min freely wonder from one thought to another from one feeling to another. Are my sensibilities bouncing or scattered?
I really don't know but I guess I'll be fiine.
The road is not over yet.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Someone Must Be Looking After All of Us
Today is actually wrapped with sadness knowing that a father of a good friend of mine is in a very critical condition in the hospital. "Children are thanking papa" read the sms sent by another colleague who is at the hospital now supporting my friend.
I lack the words to describe the sadness that wraps around all of us - friends of this family. Just not enough words to describe the feeling ... but despite this
We are one to say that this feeling of loss is temporary and that someone up there is holding us close to HIS heart ... we may feel pain and all but these too shall pass ...
Praying thanking praying thanking for a Father up above us all who looks after all of us.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Attempts...
to capture the shape of my mind.
I'd like to think that the seat of my being- the mind is a host that wears different thought shapes. Some may be round, triangle, pointy, rectanglr, straight, and curve.
It really depends on what kind of thought rests or sits.
I'd like to think that the seat of my being- the mind is a host that wears different thought shapes. Some may be round, triangle, pointy, rectanglr, straight, and curve.
It really depends on what kind of thought rests or sits.
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