Some are waiting

In the absence of Mr.G, many began to show their true colors.

Some lied, some cheated, some stole, some killed, some fornicated, some abused, some raped, some molested, some deceived, some slandered...

They have forgotten the existence of Mr.G. The one who is in charge of everything. In fact, Mr.G was not absent nor was he asleep or resting.

Mr.G is waiting. Waiting for the right moment to say a word; a right time to act on the profanities of 'some'; the right space to appear; the right generation to return.

As for the other 'some' who are and still waiting patiently, Mr.G remembers them. Mr.G take note of what they are doing while waiting. Are they waiting passively? Are they waiting actively? What are their involvements with the 'some'? Are they friends? Are they colleagues? Are they families? What are their roles in their lives?

All these are taken into consideration when Mr.G returns. He left all with a command. He left all who are waiting for him with authority. To love Him, to love all.

He left yet He remains. He is absent yet he is present. To some He is nothing yet He is everything. To those who are waiting, wait not in vain, wait not in passiveness. Wait with action, wait with expectation. Wait and be rewarded.

Broken yet whole

There is a type of art found in broken things. The defects, the imperfections and the mess it seems to be in makes it an art. An art that is indescribably beautiful, that makes one wonder, how could a broken piece of waste transform into an art?

Broken pieces of lives around us.

Broken people who are hurting, and in pain. The deep wounds that have scared their heart s emotionally permanently. All humanity is in pain and in agony.

The silent unseen loneliness, the dark thoughts hanging above men’s minds, the still tears that fall unceasingly, the sting of rejection, the grave mistakes. The list is infinite.

It starts with us. Our thinking. Every existence of our being is exposed to the dangerous rays of the mind. Everything begins in our mind. The map we draw, the story we write, starts from our mind.

Nonetheless, brokenness is inevitable. It is a phase in life, one of the stages one goes through. A chance to grow, an opportunity to develop.

Through brokenness, humble we become.

Pride shall leave through the cracks in our brokenness.

Pain will depart and say its farewell till we meet again.

And,

A new beginning begun to be spun.

A new chapter in life for you to strive,

A new anticipation you’ve been waiting in patience,

A new reconciliation with your past,

A new peace,

A new you.

Glasses

Glasses fell on the floor.
'Ping pang!' they shattered into bits and pieces.

Now, Sammy tried picking them up one by one.
To straighten the mess he made.
He pricked his thumb and it started to bleed.

'You can't always fix everything' said his mom.
'At least I tried.' replied Sammy.
'But they are all broken.'
'Yea, but at least I tried.'
'You ended bleeding and hurting yourself.'
'Yea, but it's worth the try.'
'It's not worth hurting yourself, my son.'
'Mom, you can't forever protect me, and at least, I tried, and I learn a valuable lesson myself.'


A hurt to comprehend another hurt.

A broken person can only be fully understood by another who was once broken.

Masking it

We are all living in a masquerade ball.

Every morning before leaving the house, we look into the mirror and put on the best mask to cover our flaws and our weaknesses.

As individuals, we select the best disguise to conceal the monster within us.

Unconsciously we remind ourselves daily "These layers of masks is to be worn at all times to avoid being judge, to avoid people staring at these disfigured imperfections and to protect oneself.""

If you say that you do not wear a mask, maybe your mask is not as thick as some, but none of us live without a mask.

We are not as authentic as we like to think we are. The masks we put on, will eventually fall off. Yet the longer we live with the mask, the longer we feel comfortable having it around.

The seemingly so-called mask that are suppose to protect our fragile soul will someday turn against us and demand a refund.

Then, how do we live without the mask?

When all is gone

There are many discussions going on about the world ending soon, about Armageddon, about apocalypse, about life after death, about death after life. One may ask, where will I be after this? How should I live if the world is ending soon? What is or should be my main concern now? What then when all is gone?


When all is gone,
Nothing else matters.

When all is gone,
We return to dust and ashes.

When all is gone,
Fame & Fortune are no more.

Oblivion, forgotten, elapsed,abandoned, forsaken, deprived and gone,
When all is gone.

When all is gone,
What do you hold on to?

If Love is a man

LOVE,

A four-letter word that all humanity are searching for.

The woman sitting at the bench,
The tramp sitting at the corner,
The man sitting at his chair,
The kid sitting at his pram.
Looking out for Love.

All of us, crave for love,
A love that lasts forever,
A love that sustains us through storms,
A love that rescue us through hurdles,
A love that never lies, cheats nor steals.

If love appears to be a man,
Will we be able to recognize his face?
Will we be able to receive him with open hands?
Will we be able to allow Love to help us, to walk this journey with us?

LOVE is right in front of you.
Now you see it, now you don't.
Open your eyes and see the unseen.
Grasp him well, keep him by your side,
And share Him,
Share Love.

Inspired by video as attached.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17eWXuUTq5s&feature=player_embedded

People like us

Tommy : People like us, ain’t got no family. They ain’t no genius an’ have no money an’ no destiny. They work here as laborers day in an’ day out, that ain’t gonna gain any wealth or future in anytime. They ain’t the brightest people awound, they ain’t the best-lookin’ ones. Their faces bury wit’ smudgin’ made of oil wit’ dirt wit’ dust, that ain’t gonna go till they die. There got nobody, no one to appreciate what we do, what we give an’ what we are.

Pete : (Whistle softly) But, man, O, man. We will be different, ain’t we?

Tommy : Aye, man. Aye… We could if we would. No more working our bones here in this dump. No more bein’ lookin’ down at. No more this damn nonsense from this dry up sucking labor! Toilin’ day and night, an’ for what?

Pete : For nothin’ I tell ya. Nothin!

Tommy : But Pete, we are diffewent, ain’t we? We are diffewent.

Pete : Aye! We are! Tell me again like you did! Tell Tommy, tell!

Tommy : Awight, here we go. Listen 'ere Pete. And keep ear’ carefully. We ain’t like them anymore. We got a hope, a hope that gives us a future. A hope that get us outta here. A hope that is so costly, that we ain’t gonna lose it…

Pete cutting Tommy : Yes! Yes! A future! Ain’t gonna lose it! Coz, I got you lookin’ out for me, and you got me lookin’ outa for you! We have each other!

Tommy smiling at Pete : You got it rite man, we got each other. Our hope grow outa our workin’ together to get outta here. We toil evewyday 12 hours to get money outta here. We will, Pete. We will. If we continue belivin’ like what Mama Georgie says, we will one day get what we believe in.

Pete : Aye, aye! We will get our own land! We will grow our own fats, an’ take no more orderings from them. No more toilin’ till our backs break, no more mixing our tears with sweats. No more torture from this animals!

Tommy : No more sufferin’, no more bein’ laughed at, no more bein’ throw stones at. We will get outta here one day, Pete. I’m tellin’ ya. We will.

Pete : Aye! An’ that’s cuz we believe we will!

Tommy : An’ that’s cuz we believe we will. We believe we will...

Pete : An' we will.

Inspired by ‘Of mice and Men’ –John Steinbeck, 1937.

Dear tooth fairy

Dear Tooth Fairy,

Today, my tooth came out at 0915am, while I was brushing my teeth. It was an ugly sight, when it came off from my gum. I showed it to Christmas, and he wanted to swallow it. Luckily, I stopped him before he got choke.

Now, I am left with one tooth as my front teeth. As I smile, there appear to be a great big seemingly endless black hole. As I drink, liquid spill from the hole. As I chew, bits of food spray out from it.

Tooth fairy, please provide me a grand solution for this ASAP. The fun-ness of the hole is beginning to wear off. I need you to fix my tooth back. What can I offer you to replace it?

Sincerely into your fairy-ness,
Ronald McDonald.



Dear Ronald,

It is a pleasure for me to know that at the age of 80, you still believe in me...

As for your poor tooth, it is beyond reparation. I took it and showed it to Fairy Godmother, she too saw it as a lost cause.

Indeed that tooth has served you for a good many years, close to 75 years. And I truly regret to inform you, that the tooth is no longer manufactured by our fairy kingdom.

However you shall not despair for long! We found a marvelous solution for your lost tooth!

In another 2 days, your new tooth will be delivered. It is made of ceramic, with white plaster as undercoat. The best part is, when you use it, it will bite off anything that comes into contact, except your own lips, tooth and tongue, which it is resistant to the touch of your own flesh.

We hope, that you will find it useful of service. As for the repayment, all you have to do is: give us your other tooth.

Cheers!
Tooth Fairy~

WORDS THAT CREATE AND DESTROY

Every word that we utter manifests our thinking, personality and character. What we believe in, what we value and our perceptions in things.

Words are living organism.

Words create; words destroy.

Words build; words crush.

Words are powerful tools yet destructive too.

We can’t live without words, yet with words, our lives can be made complicated. Words are impactful in the sense that once said, it can be rooted in one’s life. Blossom fruits that will only grow after a period of time. Bearing fruits that are either positive or negative, depending on the words given, taken, and fed upon.

Words function as our connector, that connects us with one another. Without words, there will emerge much complexity in communication amongst humankind. We are all given the same opportunity to use words. But how many of us use them wisely?

Words, when spoken must bring forth positive outcomes unto others. Use sparingly, where it is to build, encourage, praise, help, and comfort others. Otherwise, do not misuse words that are in our mouths. Keep it, lock it and dispense it when it is not meant to be exposed.

‘We are what we eat’ a famous quote for health-conscious eaters.

‘We are what we speak’ a quote where all speakers should bear in mind that includes you and I.

Our outputs truly reflects who we are in the inside. What words pour out from your mouth today? Did your words effect others negatively or positively? Did your words influences others to be better or worse? The words one uses are substances that echo an individual’s inputs. What we feed into our minds will be the outputs from our mouth and actions.

Abusive words, profanities, negative words can hurt, eventually kill and destroy a person, a life. Similarly, curses function in the same way. Words are not to be taken lightly nor used carelessly. Careless actions result in unwanted consequences. Likewise, careless words result in hurting another soul. Extra caution should be taken when you thread upon words that run through your tongue.

Words are to be appreciated. Use it well, and lose not the kind human touch it provides.

This article is inspired by Eugene Peterson’s ‘The Word Made Flesh’.

The Run

It started with a feeling, my life has changed since that feeling consumed me. The day it all started was when he fell off his chair. Fear gripped me like never before, he used to be my anchor, the most reliable one in the family, my father.

Hope left us when the reports came and distorted our horizon. Our perception of faith began to slip away. He has less than three months to stay, three months to settle his farewells, three months before we lose him to liver cancer, fourth degree.

It was then, I started running. Running away from all this pain, running away from reality, running away from things and people that I cared most. Mom signed me up in a marathon when dad was undergoing his third surgery. The winning prize of the marathon was twenty-five grand. A huge amount to pay for some of the medical bills. I ran to safe him, I ran to keep him alive as long as possible. The reason I kept on running even when the rain started pouring, even when my lungs felt like bursting, even when tears blurred my view. I ran.

The twenty-five grand prove that I am a runner, one that runs not for the prize nor recognition, but for someone’s life. I did what I could to prolong his life here. But in every race, his hair grew thinner, his weight grew lesser, he spoke lesser and he hardly laugh anymore. It is out of my hands, there is nothing that I could do, but run.

Running keeps me alive, my heart beats to keep the blood flowing, my mind is more alert than usual. It is through running that I learned to meditate, to ponder upon things that matters most in live. What is life that man should live? Why are we created? What should be our main priority in life? Where is God when disaster happen? Is there a God?

Running makes me think, running brought forth doubts and questions that is subjective. In truth, it was not running that made me the way I am, it was his death. The day he left was the day I won the biggest prize throughout the ten races I have gone through. It was suppose to pay for his home-medical bills, but instead it paid for his funeral service, the coffin, the car rental, the flowers, the casket, the tombstone…

I continue running, this time away from God. This time, I ran for the sake of running. I ran, and ran and ran. The only time I stopped was to get my prize, then I move on to the next race, hunting down all the other runners. The zeal I have cannot be defeated by those around me. The fervent fanatic runner was plastered next to my name in Times Magazine. Runner of the year, the craze in running, the runner, all sort of labels was given to me. I was flattered to be interviewed and to appear in news, but if only they have ask me the right question. What am I running away from?