i dont need to paint you a picture of a crossroad, no need to draw out the split path, nor waste effort hammering a creaky road sign in the middle to make you get it- the feeling of being confounded. the feeling of having to let go of what you have and starting over, rebuilding, and not knowing what will happen... if you will ever get whatever you had back. or if you will find something unexpected and outrageously wonderful.
we all faced these roads in our lives... sometimes we were pushed to such situations.. sometimes we actually cause ourselves to be in that situation... nevertheless, we were there (or are here). and there are only a few things to do... Namely, 1. go back and pray that we hit this fork again when we are wiser. 2. go forward-venture into the unknown. 3. go forward with what we know. 4. wait. defer the decision.
Of the 4, Pt. 1 and Pt 4. appeals to our logically side... afterall, we need to think about it...we need to plan, to forecast etc. However, they cause time lapse.. and who knows? oil might be back to $40/barrel... COE might skyrocket (like it isnt already now). Countries may have sunk into the sea... etc. etc. etc.
Pt. 2 is SAFE. that itself is telling.
Pt. 3 is RISKY. and that is just as telling...
We simply dont know... do we? So, what is the right decision to make? how to make it? what is the best info that i have/ can get? and seriously... what is the impact of my decision? bec... who knows... i might hit another fork 3km down the road.. or 300km down the road... and wont that change your mind?
the most important things in life... what are they? and what are the things in life that just seems important?
Monday, April 19, 2010
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Tuesday, April 13, 2010
My big questions
Three quarter past one in the morning, if you can call it that, and I lay on my crowded bed thinking.
The few important questions in life, disregarding the common household variety of "Do you take this man/ woman as your lawful wedded husband/wife ...?", "is it a boy or a girl?" and "burial or cremation", seems to be all centered around the cosmic, or like how thickly coated in chocolate the Magnum is, the questions encapsulates our every waking moment. Making sense of our surrounding esp by finding answers in the unprovable is an instinctive feature of being man.
The qns I would like to ask would be the following:
1. To what extent, if any, does divine intervantion act on us.
2. What is the purpose of living for all and what is mine?
- I skipped the question on God's existence because the fact that I expect answers to my qns points to an Answerer who would be all wise, all knowing and all powerful.
- Posted on my trusty ifone :)
The few important questions in life, disregarding the common household variety of "Do you take this man/ woman as your lawful wedded husband/wife ...?", "is it a boy or a girl?" and "burial or cremation", seems to be all centered around the cosmic, or like how thickly coated in chocolate the Magnum is, the questions encapsulates our every waking moment. Making sense of our surrounding esp by finding answers in the unprovable is an instinctive feature of being man.
The qns I would like to ask would be the following:
1. To what extent, if any, does divine intervantion act on us.
2. What is the purpose of living for all and what is mine?
- I skipped the question on God's existence because the fact that I expect answers to my qns points to an Answerer who would be all wise, all knowing and all powerful.
- Posted on my trusty ifone :)
Monday, April 12, 2010
Breathe Grace, breathe
Sometimes I take a large lung full of air for no apparent reason. Or so you think. But it ain't so, not always.
You think a madman could not know that he is in an insitution? I think sometimes I am accutely aware of a cage I'm in, those times I struggle to breathe.
- Posted on my trusty ifone :)
You think a madman could not know that he is in an insitution? I think sometimes I am accutely aware of a cage I'm in, those times I struggle to breathe.
- Posted on my trusty ifone :)
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Thoughtful on Sunday
The child responses instinctively to his name. Turning back with a toothless grin and crawling towards the lady who called. I wonder, how could he have known that name is his and react so naturally.
- Posted on my trusty ifone :)
- Posted on my trusty ifone :)
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