another day...
Another day.... just breathe... another day... just believe....
this bit of a song kept going in my head as I penned this... so it shall feature at the start. :)
The day started late... at noon. I actually woke at 12. Pig.
Again, Reb misreped about the time, nearly causing me to rush like mad for the Welcome tea. Sigh, liddat how to trust her with my spiritual walk? tsk tsk... hahahaha
Paul spoke, and I listened. It was a good sermon, but it got me wondering: what is my vision? Not what is His, but what is mine? For, I came to law not wanting to be a lawyer, but just by His will; for the longest time, it was Be Thou My Vision for me... so i wonder what is my vision...
Cars? I could have driven faster and better ones as a pilot.
Power? The military would have appealed to the power hungry more (I signed up as Navy AND RSAF)
Fame? If I had wanted personal glory I would have stuck to the bow...
So, what is my vision? I am lost. Lost without Him.
Was told by a fren that my previous entry sounded tragic. Is it? I am prone to reflections. Heh, the stuff that goes on in my mind... dark stuff indeed.
But it is ironic - I entertain dark thoughts yet approach life with this crazy optimism that defies logic at times. A strong brew of contradictions?
The macabre optimist bubbling with melancholic exuberance with life, oozing self-deprecating confidence. A silent herald, a dark angel, an impulsive strategist, a cold-blooded romantic, a self conscious critic, a pragmatic philospher.
this bit of a song kept going in my head as I penned this... so it shall feature at the start. :)
The day started late... at noon. I actually woke at 12. Pig.
Again, Reb misreped about the time, nearly causing me to rush like mad for the Welcome tea. Sigh, liddat how to trust her with my spiritual walk? tsk tsk... hahahaha
Paul spoke, and I listened. It was a good sermon, but it got me wondering: what is my vision? Not what is His, but what is mine? For, I came to law not wanting to be a lawyer, but just by His will; for the longest time, it was Be Thou My Vision for me... so i wonder what is my vision...
Cars? I could have driven faster and better ones as a pilot.
Power? The military would have appealed to the power hungry more (I signed up as Navy AND RSAF)
Fame? If I had wanted personal glory I would have stuck to the bow...
So, what is my vision? I am lost. Lost without Him.
Was told by a fren that my previous entry sounded tragic. Is it? I am prone to reflections. Heh, the stuff that goes on in my mind... dark stuff indeed.
But it is ironic - I entertain dark thoughts yet approach life with this crazy optimism that defies logic at times. A strong brew of contradictions?
The macabre optimist bubbling with melancholic exuberance with life, oozing self-deprecating confidence. A silent herald, a dark angel, an impulsive strategist, a cold-blooded romantic, a self conscious critic, a pragmatic philospher.
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