every memory of looking at the backdoor
Looking through the photos and looking back at the life I led the past two years, I realised I played too much and I am starting to feel more scared. My brother also woke me up and made me realised that I was not as hardworking as I was. I lacked focus. My conscience seems to be bugging me. All I ask now is to just let me do relatively well. I don’t know if I gave my best to be able to say that, “I have done my best and I will let God do the rest.” All I can say is that, “I rather regret trying than not trying. At that point in time, when I was so tired and on the verge of losing hope, I tried and gave my best.” Father, you said, “Do not be afraid, I will be with you always.” I am holding onto that promise of Yours and having faith as small as a mustard seed. You helped me through the many trials and struggles I had the last two years and I know this would be no exception.
The joy and sense of fulfillment of working and interacting with youths is immense. Father, show me the path you want me to take, to be salt and light to the world.
The many thoughts that fly through my mind everyday makes me question who am I as a person really. For now, the answer I have is that, “It is not how much we do, but how much love we put in the doing. It is not how much we give, but how much love we put in the giving.” -Mother Teresa. May all my deeds and words be done and said with genuine love. Amen.
yknow what, I am going to fb for half an hour every night from today onwards. I am becoming some fb addict, which is bad, real bad.
and I never felt that I love myself even more since the beginning of last year. Thank You God and thank you Coach Ernest. What you told the sec4 NA really striked a chord with me. I am still searching and I may never be able to find the answers but I know I am blessed, just the way I am.
to everyone reading this post, this song is not only for the special someone in my life but for the many people who have journeyed with me or only passed by in my life. thanks for being just the way you are. May God Bless You, forever and always, all the days of your life.
don’t worry yeah? I am sometimes just this emo, just that I don’t show it! zzz
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