Musings

Last night..or rather 2 nights ago was the start of the Alpha course at church. There were new friends and they brought along questions with them. One of the reason cited about why they seek for The One, is because everything that surrounds is simply far too intricate and too perfect for it to be the moulded by the hand of evolution or the combustion of the big bang. I was sitting there thinking, hmmm..total concurrence. Its quite scary how societal benchmark progresses. Achievements are marked on a deductible scorecard, which essentially picks out faulty points and render it, well i suppose its less than complete and probably "room for improvement". Its as though perfection is the absolute threshold. No wonder people get disillusioned. But strangely, the perfect rhythms of seasons, days, time..(i'm tempted to say menstrual cycle, but on second thought, this is by far, the most erratic cycle i've seen & pms is never perfect, so thats out of point)...it never fails. The sun's always up, the days just keeps going. But even this perfection is taken for granted. Like how sometimes the scorching sun finds itself the subject of some free-spirited swearings. :(



Ok, moving on to happier things. There was ONE question that i think many, if not all could identify with. The question on WHY prayers seem to be unanswered, and along with this nagging gee-am-i-talking-to-myself (??!!!)suspicion. It seems to be so for certain occasions. But if you were to look back at the series of events, coupled with all the signs, it probably makes you go..ah, that was a sign of encouragement that speaks of the lesson on patience. Honestly, i was just so overwhelmed. In a good way.



Seperately, Py's back from US. :D I don't know if she thinks its a good thing though. But for the rest of us here, i'm sure it is! Let me paint a situation. People, in general are like careless travellors in an airport. You go to several locations, and it seems that no matter where you transit, no matter how you psych yourself not to leave anything behind, but still, cannot help leaving a little of yourself at some unexpected corners. That, is the emotional baggage left behind. Sometimes we can go back and pick it up, sometimes it gets lost...and in the second instance, what is left may be a stamp right on the pages of the memory which speaks history of the footprints. That is why the stamp is a reminder of a happy point.You can see it in either ways. Holy cow, the blasphemous uncertainty!, or.. there will be more happy points to fill up the empty pages. It's all in the mind. Maybe if you are lucky, you may get to meet someone who shouts and pouts just the way only you will understand. Maybe that person was there to be your Perfect Default.


Gee, i really love this phrase "perfect default". It sounds so wrong, but yet SO damn right. :D