Youngest kid of six with an inferiority and black sheep complex, but determined that God saves not just his soul to heaven but the remainder of his manic-depressive life, so others won't say he became a Christian and remained a jerk.
i won't be transparent before i'm opaque. and you'll get to know me starting from the small things: who my favourite bands are. what kind of movies i like. who are my heroes.
I’m convinced that when confronted with sincere, real love, the Jesus factor will become obvious. But let’s not plant the cross before we carry it. I’m not trying to con you.
Some dreams are meant to be achieved. I know that. But maybe other dreams are meant to drive us, privately. Never known to anyone but ourselves.
It is a sadness that, when choosing between crying and sighing, will choose sighing. I'd almost say that melancholy is being sad about sadness itself.
On memory and nostalgia
It saddens me when life moves forward and people decide that certain things are worth forgetting.
I've learnt that the word irregardless is filed as a non-standard word in the English language. That's a lexicographer's way of saying it's not a real word.
Crowds are fickle things. So when we stand in the thousands and cry against the present government, do we know who we're actually crying for?
People always want the best for themselves. But I want to sometimes take second or third or fourth best, just so that the loser down the road doesn't always have to come in last. It must feel like shit to always come in last.
On growing old
Leasehold property make me feel sad. It doesn't matter how old the family photos are that you put on your wall. It's your family but it's not really your wall.
I ask you, if God loves everyone, and if God is also incapable of loving evil, how can there be such a thing as an evil man?
On a daily basis
One line quips, like this.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
THE SPIRAL OF GROWING UP
When i was in kindergarten, i thought the time before getting schooled was much better. when i went to primary school, i thought my kindie days were more fun. when i went to secondary school, i wished i was in primary school. in uni, i was largely happy, but i did sometimes wish i was still in secondary school. now that i'm working, i wish i was still in uni. one day, i'll have to stop working, and i'll wish i still had a career.
the bible says that we are transformed from glory to glory. i dunno about you, but i sometimes think this whole ageing process sucks, and the whole thing looks like a miserable downward spiral, where we regressively dislike where we are, more and more and more. and so i ask you: is it just our attitudes, that we are always comparing whatever turf we've got with yesterday's green? is this whole enjoyment of life relative to what you've just left behind and how much of life you've lived? or is there an objective progression - or rather, regression - of how good life, as it was created, is supposed to be? am i observing something you also observe? or am i just depressed?
growing up is easy. but coming to terms with it is much harder.
Labels: defeat, growing old
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