Birth: 6th July 1886
To date: Now...
Toddler 3
Kindergarden 2
Primary School 6
Secondary School 4
JC 1/4
Transition 1/4
Polytechnic 2 3/4
PTP & BMT 1/4
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Time flies... Path, walked by me, shown as such.
Come to think of it, I am spared from the past form of long polytechnic life, and I am chanced to expedite my time. Good, might as well.
Today I bought a book entitled "Purpose Driven Church".
It's a book I had long wanted to read.
I have a question to post to any reader fo this entry:
What is the kick of your life?
I mean, what tingles you? What excites you? What is your undying passion? What is it that you cannot live without? What drives you?
Often a time, I thought I have to force myself to be the kind of person others expect of me, even what God expects of me. To think like this, I have erred. God nevers expects of me. He already knows me through and through. He knows what I will do, correct of wrong, left or right, sincere or hypocritical. He knows when I sit or stand, sleep or eat. He knows what I am to say even before I think of the words.
You see, if you have discovered the kick of your life, then, try moving forward in that direction. If you can sing, sing; if you can dance, dance; if you can draw, draw; if yu can write, write; if you can joke, joke; if you can eat, eat.... What I mean is, if you can do this or that, then honor that ability. As you discover more and more of what you can do that others cannot do, zoom in more and do more of it! Whatever is honorable, do it.
The point is, be you. Say, "I am who I am." There is no need to try and please anyone (though pressure sometimes make someone lost direction). If you want to please, I personally think the best choice is the one that pleases God and at the same time makes you feel that you are you.
Darn! I do not know how to put it...
I tried to please people; it failed.
I tried to please God, it failed even worse.
I tried to please myslef, it sucks.
I wanna please God God's way in my own personal style.
I am wired to be who I am.
I am who I am.
I am me.
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