If God gave us humans a gift to brave all these in life, it will be the spirit to never give in, never give up.
For the many numerous nights we have to face in doubt, fear and loneliness, we are given the strength to be relentless, to be compassionate, to be human as we stand our ground and fight for our own dreams and believes.
Nothing out there is an end to our means, the one real obstacle we will face is the one planted in our own hearts... our own fears and faked believes that led us to doubt the might of our true strength and positive convictions.
May the learning curve of life guide us towards our relentless pursuit of happiness and soul searching, to answer to questions of why are we here and what does it truly mean to be happy and satisfied to laugh at the end of 100 human years.
Don't stop, keep moving. Press on, keep learning!
Post inspired by the movie Defiance, starring the might of human will, conviction and passion in the cruelty and darkness during the Jewish exodus of WWII.
Showing posts with label Self Discovery. Show all posts
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Monday, August 25, 2008
The weeklong lesson...
Often, the sky is lost... clouded by torrents of daily monotone
And we gradually drown... Brought down by life's busy tones.
Starring at the heavens with a pair of lonely eyes,
I wonder why is my cup more empty than full?
In my frustration all I want is to scream...
While I yearn to find my own direction,
My mind is too clogged to find my own motivation
Only at the end that i see my worries as nothing more but mere illusions...
For I have focused too much on the many crossroads,
and forgetting the fact that I already have my own road!
Perhaps there is no destiny in life
Rather the key is to continue our strive
and one day our growth will unlock our fate
For our world's clockwork truly ticks, when we turn it with a smile on our cheeks!For a long time, I can't help but feel the pressure breathing down my neck as i set my sights on completing my torrent of tasks on time. Often, I find myself overestimating my strengths while undermining my weaknesses... giving rise to disappointments and tiredness as my momentum gradually wears. Worn out and frustrated, I had let worry after worry control my rhythm. In confusion, I start to shiver and fear, and everyday begins with more drag than i could bear to lift. I questioned my competency, and if my destiny will guide me through...
Writing these lines made me relive the feelings that wear my body down for the past week. I could feel my optimism breaking down as i think more and more. Perhaps we all need a new perspective into things from time to time ... Watching the grand closing ceremony of the Olympic Games made me realize that who am I to carry such selfish worries when the world keeps revolving and flowing? True moments of life can only be forged by hard work and not a stream of worries and fear. We all are but pieces of gears that connect to move this titanic clockwork known as life. I will learn to play my part, in another week that moves us on...
Writing these lines made me relive the feelings that wear my body down for the past week. I could feel my optimism breaking down as i think more and more. Perhaps we all need a new perspective into things from time to time ... Watching the grand closing ceremony of the Olympic Games made me realize that who am I to carry such selfish worries when the world keeps revolving and flowing? True moments of life can only be forged by hard work and not a stream of worries and fear. We all are but pieces of gears that connect to move this titanic clockwork known as life. I will learn to play my part, in another week that moves us on...
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Connections
Today is a meaningful day to me... I cleaned my room.
Hoi, I see some eyes rolling there but I am serious here. Cleaning up a room is no easy business you know, especially when you have a million historical artifacts to go through, each item no matter how small triggers the "Throw or No Throw" command, one which I, a very typical cancerian hates to deal with. Why don't some things just disappear instead of hanging out in my room for aeons and aeons, I would lament on, but then again, looking at each ancient belonging brings out old feelings and insights into myself. Forgotten memories or life changing thoughts alike, they call out to me, just like circuits of light awaiting a new battery, a connection waiting to be connected...
For once, I felt that digging into my own past is as thrilling as trying to predict the future. While I enjoy planning and day dreaming about the future, reading my past real time by touching those yellowed parchments of notes, greeting cards since the days where I wear blue shorts to school, short stories which I wrote but abandoned and even those add maths workings (ya I don't know why i still have them either) really brings out a whole new feeling all together. The feeling of flow, the feeling of through, the feeling of discovery.
Collecting those lost steps, I can only gasp at how far the currents of life has carried me since the good old days of hacyon. Facing the strong currents of the oceans i now steer within, I had been constantly pushed down by despair and stronger foes, losing the motivation of my raw, presailing days. Lost, pathetic, I now realise how far I had strayed from the original values that define me. Between the lines of those old scribbles I see a young me, bathing in confidence and arrogance to a certain degree, egoistic and sure of my path. A silhoutte of my past, stronger but perhaps more naive as compared to a present me of low esteem, what in the world had life done to me? Or rather what had i done with myself?
At this point, I walked around and took a couple of deep breaths. All around my room i can only imagine my old self shaking his head in disbelieve upon seeing my current state. Too many a time i resisted the temptation to shout back: Stop that naive smirk! what do you know of the future?! But yet, I can't help but to agree with his views, I had been controled by the elements, clouded by seemingly greener grasses and intimidated by my own failures, taking them too seriously and alas, retreated onto the loser's path... Truely, productivity has been low for me as I elude competitions, taking challenges too easily and pointlessly slacking.
"So whats? We's can still stay alives this ways!" Hissed my inner Gollum, displaying his trademark smirk. You know what? you are right, I can stay alive just by being what i am now. I will eventually get a job, and eventually live on a decent life. But, I am NOT one bit satisfied and will never be fulfilled if I pursue this lifestyle. I have dreams as far as I can remember, I cannot keep sitting around and watch my dreams fade as I kept scrambling for cover when a fight comes challenging nor can I just keep feeling happy for people's success while I pretend to be satisfied with what I am. NO MORE. I have had enough, it is my turn to wield my own carving knife.
While scientists around the world are still scrambling to connect our genetic past, this year's spring cleaning has given me the chance to redeem what i had once lost, a connection to the past which I had unintentionally cordoned off due to my own mistakes and naive thoughts. Perhaps the most important lesson I had learned is that grasses are always greener elsewhere when i believe them to be. We do what we have to do when we are young, and what I need to do now is to have faith in my own strength and accept my past failures as lessons instead of reasons to abandon a dream.
Long and winding is the road ahead, and indeed i am no master of it, but if it is the chance to live as me, I say walk on.
Hoi, I see some eyes rolling there but I am serious here. Cleaning up a room is no easy business you know, especially when you have a million historical artifacts to go through, each item no matter how small triggers the "Throw or No Throw" command, one which I, a very typical cancerian hates to deal with. Why don't some things just disappear instead of hanging out in my room for aeons and aeons, I would lament on, but then again, looking at each ancient belonging brings out old feelings and insights into myself. Forgotten memories or life changing thoughts alike, they call out to me, just like circuits of light awaiting a new battery, a connection waiting to be connected...
For once, I felt that digging into my own past is as thrilling as trying to predict the future. While I enjoy planning and day dreaming about the future, reading my past real time by touching those yellowed parchments of notes, greeting cards since the days where I wear blue shorts to school, short stories which I wrote but abandoned and even those add maths workings (ya I don't know why i still have them either) really brings out a whole new feeling all together. The feeling of flow, the feeling of through, the feeling of discovery.
Collecting those lost steps, I can only gasp at how far the currents of life has carried me since the good old days of hacyon. Facing the strong currents of the oceans i now steer within, I had been constantly pushed down by despair and stronger foes, losing the motivation of my raw, presailing days. Lost, pathetic, I now realise how far I had strayed from the original values that define me. Between the lines of those old scribbles I see a young me, bathing in confidence and arrogance to a certain degree, egoistic and sure of my path. A silhoutte of my past, stronger but perhaps more naive as compared to a present me of low esteem, what in the world had life done to me? Or rather what had i done with myself?
At this point, I walked around and took a couple of deep breaths. All around my room i can only imagine my old self shaking his head in disbelieve upon seeing my current state. Too many a time i resisted the temptation to shout back: Stop that naive smirk! what do you know of the future?! But yet, I can't help but to agree with his views, I had been controled by the elements, clouded by seemingly greener grasses and intimidated by my own failures, taking them too seriously and alas, retreated onto the loser's path... Truely, productivity has been low for me as I elude competitions, taking challenges too easily and pointlessly slacking.
"So whats? We's can still stay alives this ways!" Hissed my inner Gollum, displaying his trademark smirk. You know what? you are right, I can stay alive just by being what i am now. I will eventually get a job, and eventually live on a decent life. But, I am NOT one bit satisfied and will never be fulfilled if I pursue this lifestyle. I have dreams as far as I can remember, I cannot keep sitting around and watch my dreams fade as I kept scrambling for cover when a fight comes challenging nor can I just keep feeling happy for people's success while I pretend to be satisfied with what I am. NO MORE. I have had enough, it is my turn to wield my own carving knife.
While scientists around the world are still scrambling to connect our genetic past, this year's spring cleaning has given me the chance to redeem what i had once lost, a connection to the past which I had unintentionally cordoned off due to my own mistakes and naive thoughts. Perhaps the most important lesson I had learned is that grasses are always greener elsewhere when i believe them to be. We do what we have to do when we are young, and what I need to do now is to have faith in my own strength and accept my past failures as lessons instead of reasons to abandon a dream.
Long and winding is the road ahead, and indeed i am no master of it, but if it is the chance to live as me, I say walk on.
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