I’m an honorable man, I stay true to my words. A passion for truth and Zeal for reliability. Consistency and focus. I never go back and betray. The true measures of a man is in finding a value and abiding by it. It's consistency, not easily drifted by every simple floss. I have the dreams of a winner confessions of a dreamer. I'm never looking back. I have no side mirrors. Abhorring evil and cleaving to good.
Few lessons from this year.
Our first friends are not necessarily our best friends.
Loving people doesn't mean they will love you back.
The things we focus on the most ends up to get the best of us. (Focus only on God)
To mingle with the crowd is not having a mind of your own.
Hoping and wishing everyone a terrific 2011.
Tuesday, 28 December 2010
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
Hope for the hopeless
Saturday, Nov 20, 2010.
I sit in the fore front of a market square. Noises and echoes all around me. Lots of words are being said but I can’t make out a single one. Hustling and bustling. Voice of hope amidst regrets a sound of insecurity and that of uncertainty. Head busting out, I can’t make out a single clear thought. I look around me and suddenly all I see is me, alone in a silent, lonely room. The market has come to me or I have gone to it, it must be one of either. How did I get here? Where am I going next? What shall I do? Rains of unanswerable questions, all for the sake of a brawl yet so simple. I’m just trying to find my way out of this prison. I thought I did it all to avoid this, why should it keep coming back. Darkness is overly inexhaustible, as if it’ll never go away. So when I think of my diary, I see hope still among all troubles. The only hope that sustains me is that it’s been worse before; I didn’t know how it got this good, I need not know how it’s going to get better. There’s a hand above that guides a dark part. I have faith in the finger that directs the powerless. Hope, my hope, I trust in you, if only for you hope, I can still wake up back to reality and live for the unknown expedition. Hope, I have faith in you.
I sit in the fore front of a market square. Noises and echoes all around me. Lots of words are being said but I can’t make out a single one. Hustling and bustling. Voice of hope amidst regrets a sound of insecurity and that of uncertainty. Head busting out, I can’t make out a single clear thought. I look around me and suddenly all I see is me, alone in a silent, lonely room. The market has come to me or I have gone to it, it must be one of either. How did I get here? Where am I going next? What shall I do? Rains of unanswerable questions, all for the sake of a brawl yet so simple. I’m just trying to find my way out of this prison. I thought I did it all to avoid this, why should it keep coming back. Darkness is overly inexhaustible, as if it’ll never go away. So when I think of my diary, I see hope still among all troubles. The only hope that sustains me is that it’s been worse before; I didn’t know how it got this good, I need not know how it’s going to get better. There’s a hand above that guides a dark part. I have faith in the finger that directs the powerless. Hope, my hope, I trust in you, if only for you hope, I can still wake up back to reality and live for the unknown expedition. Hope, I have faith in you.
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