Monday, June 30, 2008
3:35 AM
In the midst of the ocean, where’s the anchor?
The strong anchor, after years of facing the adversity, has disappeared.
The conflict of experience had arise, beneath the surface, aren’t we all the same?
Our souls need to be nurtured, cared and loved for. And if you give a person enough time, they will impress you.
I read this story, from “chicken soup for the soul: celebrating people who make a difference” and her experience is almost similar to mine. And a few lines that is striking similar in our experiences, like “my work crew begin the construction as strangers, and we hammered the last nails as close friends.” And she made me realize that the blueprint of our then-badminton court wasn’t the main thing, but the emotions behind it are. After the St.Gabs campfire, they come to my mind pretty often, with the story playing the catalyst.
So, armed with full body armour and playing it “cool”, I am ready to face this world.
Because this time, it will be a lot harder to peel them off.
But why do this “acting strong” thing feel so fake this time round?
DREAMS 6, I need you to perform your miracle again, that is, if I ever get to go.
I need to know which direction to go to and what to do.
And I’m not even sure that I fall into “strong” category.