fasting...

doesn't make you a better person, it accentuates your deficiencies and impels you to do something about it. no longer can one hide behind the busyness of life or the 'good' we do. but face-to-face with our demons, one realises the severity of the situation. deal with them or forever be plagued by them. what's our choice?

two beds and a coffee machine

when i'm tempted to let loneliness take reign and affect me... i remember why i do not succumb. because unless it's right (if i dare say... perfect), it's not worth it. to spend the rest of my life wondering what if... or why.

and so... i wait. wait on god, trusting in his provision. waiting for the right one, at the right time.

the day we stop struggling, we're either in heaven... or we've given up going to heaven.

it's always easy to say we wanna take the narrow path, till we're actually on it. some days, it's easier being on the path because we really want to be on it. other times, it's just easier because we're not actually consciously aware of the path (are we even on it?).

for a really long time (prob since sec sch), i've said how wonderful it'll be if we stayed as kids; to have that carefree-ness and innocent happiness, taking pleasure in the simple things. as we grow up, we understand how more things can give pleasure (yet somehow warped) and we forget what it was like to be a child. in a desperate attempt to be mature and adult-like, we abandon the beauty of children: childlike happiness and childlike faith.

i can't wait to spend an extended period of time away from singapore, away from affluence, where people still understand the joys of simplicity. yes... they yearn for everything we have (rather foolishly in my opinion) but yet they are strangely content with what they have.

some lessons just seem impossible to teach those who think they know and understand it all.