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| Things move at breakneck speed.
In this day and age, if you didn't keep up, you lose out.
Slow down.
It's worth it.
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Hey, love. Hope is the love found in distant horizons.
Sing, love.
See, love.
Your daylight rests not on the lengthy night.
Peace, love.
Rest, love.
As sure as the night will fall tomorrow, again your lips will kiss the mornings light.
Hope is in the face you've yet to see in the distance.
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| i also know someone who attributes your personality and character to the type of friends you keep, but in a bad way. Obviously, your destiny is in no danger of being altered by drug addicts and pot smokers even if you associate with them. You change because you let yourself be changed. If there ever was a appropriate way to use the word responsibility, this would be it.
i'm writing this to let you know what great friends you have and what good things have come out from these relationships. They have given you strength in standing firm in hard decisions, grace when you blurt out the drivel which you are capable of, love when the whole thing is weighing you down. Perspective when you lament the injustice of it all. God, that He is good all the time and regardless of what she's done, He loves the both of you. You both have the same equal worth and there is really really (Read this out loud whenever you feel contrariwise) no point in vilifying anyone - even if the favour is not returned. To quote your wise friend, "You'll always be misunderstood, but does that make you bitter?" i hope not, sir!
i'm also writing to remind you that you're not a bad person. At least not in the way you make yourself out to be most times. You've stood firm in wanting to do the right thing even with what was divulged to you. You chose not to act on it but to love and take the way of grace. You learn and you are capable of change. Give yourself time, give yourself grace. You are loved by your friends - who are not God but certainly do so with divine aid. Find comfort and humour in that. Love your friends. The two who met you for dinner tonight, they are really something special - treasure them. Pray for them.
You are defined by the company you keep because you let yourself be.
Goto sleep.
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| It's gonna be a Kwai Lo!
Can't help it. Gotta take what you can these days. Thanks, Jimmy. :)
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| Life is a tangled mess. A disastrous outing right from the get-go.
That is if you are seeing things from this side of the world. i really believe that from where He is, things, though in a chaotic web of unstoppable human greed and selfishness, are actually rather beautiful. And we all have to have hope in that beauty, in His wisdom and providence. The moment you stop believing, you lose hope - the world becomes ugly.
The most beautiful thing that God gave us (Well, one of), is the ability to reflect, the ability to repent. And it doesn't quite stop there too. Along with this God given, God inspired and aided ability to reflect on our own brokenness and shortcomings, also comes the most beautiful, most amazing ability to change.
Along with all the grief, the tears, sorrow, pain, death and destruction, Free Will has provided us with a way back to Him. Without free will, there can be no trust, with no trust, no love. i had to learn through difficult life lessons with my own insecurities as the catalyst; God, being Love, bestowed on His creation, this marvelous gift.
With great power, comes great responsibility? With great sin, comes the chance for great beauty. This is why, i think, the hosts of angels in heaven rejoice when a soul is saved. There's not a lot in this earth that is as soul-cleansing, as touching to watch as sinful men, turning back to God. Men who have with open hearts and steady hands reflected on their inner core of filth and made a decision to turn the other way round.
Life is tough, no questions about that. Some people never get their turns, some never get lucky at all. Life is not fair; But beneath all of these world-gone-wrong layers, are still the very same God, whose righteous judgement and wrath poured out on His only Son, sparing us who were suppose to die - young and old, rich and poor, the lucky and the unlucky.
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Things from my heart #1.1
i have always strived to be as real and genuine as possible. Sometimes i succeed, sometimes i fail halfway, making choices that hold me back from being totally open with the afterthought of wanting leverage and sometimes... i fail in an extravagant way. But what i have revealed to you, i have done so in vulnerability and humility. My fears, my insecurities and my selfishness in wanting to control.
What hurts me is, you brandished these weaknesses like banners over me. Made fun of me with supposed good intentions to solve your own problem, maybe even mine. It kinda makes me feel like i never want to open up to you again. i felt like i had to use whatever information i have against you in a preemptive strike. But what is the point? What would i have accomplished besides wounding more people? i'm not big hearted in any way but i've matured a bit more to know more than the wounds we inflict on each other, we injure Him.
If you suddenly decide that you don't like me anymore, i wish you would tell me personally. i hope you would stop discussing me with my other friends because that's what we are suppose to be: Friends, right? i have done the same for you. And i will stop wishing for the same, because i don't have the right to and i certainly don't deserve it.
God loves us and i'm also still got so much to learn about being loved and loving back.
i'm starting with my friends, because it's easy... like crawling.
i hope i get to do so with those i'm not close with soon. Time for the hurts to stop.
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Take a minute, take a while
Drink it in, breathe deep
Sit back, count your fingers
Let the smell of after-rain linger.
i'd like to think, we still have time for this
Stuck under the cover of the monsoon
Rain washing down on concrete walls
Our open hearts in a mid-day downpour.
i'd like you to think, of all the things we could be
i'd like you to feel, we aren't all that different too
You can be, all that you want to be
i'd like you to know, we aren't all that different too.
i have words to this song, all three verses
You can help with the melody, the choruses
We'll write the rest when we cross that bridge
This will be our song.
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