Little Wonders

It was there all the while when I didn’t know it.

Good night, peeps…

An Angry Man…

… will always say that he doesn’t like to get angry. I’d like to know if there is a person who gets angry easily says that he love getting angry always.

Priority

How people live their lives reflect what they prioritize the most. Whether it’s time, money, work, family, friendship or whatever it may be, it shows. Whatever it is that we’re place the most importance and dedication, never over do it until you “sell your soul” unless it’s worth doing so. I’ve seen people who are totally sold (soul) out to the things that they’re doing and the effort they they pour in. When I sit back and look at their lives, some of them I gave my full respect for the dedicated lives they live not for their own, while for some they don’t own any of my respect for the things they dedicate into- although in the eyes of many, they may be the “greats” that people should so-called boast about. There are many other few “great” people doing way much more awesome things and they carry a lasting legacy among hundreds of people, yet they remain silent, unknown and humble where “mainstream” people don’t even realise it.  They live a very impactful lives. These are they people that I want to emulate- even if just a pinch of salt. These are real man and woman living their lives with troubles as real and realistic or perhaps even worst than you and me. But yet they live a  victorious life, in the face of catastrophe they can still shine. These are the unsung heroes of their generation. Compared to what I’ve been fighting for in this four months as I examine, it’s just a tiny puny pea. Can I one day say the same thing as a friend of mine puts it “I will not trade for anything in the world to be where I am today.”? Hats down for him. I don’t want to waste too much time getting stuck into something that’s not worth fighting for. Time flies very fast. In one moment, you’ll realise how much is wasted if you could have done better. In a blink of an eye I’m at a quarter century, and I feel I’m old already.

Vulnerable

If we were to count the flaws in our lives. If we were to count the mistakes that we’ve done in the past. If we were to count the faults that we’ve created. Was there too much of rottenness till it overtook the good that which even I don’t deserve the good myself? Will we realise how far we are from perfect? Will we humble ourselves in silence in the face of opposing pride? Will we not justify ourselves to prove our self-righteousness? What kind of road did we lead our lives to be? Mine would probably be the long, narrow and muddy road. I’m beginning to accept the fact that some things are irreversible. Not everything is prim and proper. Not everything is well being. Just as some days there will be sunshine and some days are just the storm. Things just happened unplanned. Can I settle for anything less? Will I find you there at the end of the road?

This Small Space

I don’t know where to begin.