Great changes

The changing panorama of life shows you fragments of what you wished you had seen long ago when you were overly vexed with problems. A vision poisoned and shrouded with darkness is of no difference than being blind. Being impaired of your ability to think is a dreadful thing.

Anton Chekhov once said, "Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass." There's always beauty in brokenness, if one knows where to seek. Life, in its imperfection, can be pretty if one sees it through the right perspective.

The one who affects and the one being affected; is the relationship between us humans and problems just it? What if your problems have been affecting your relationships with the people in your lives? How different would the bonds you share be when you're no longer troubled with obstacles, or at least the way you view them?

Perhaps back then, setting aside our personal problems gave room for bonds to be strengthened and intertwined. I have to say that I haven't gotten used to how immensely different it is now to no longer be in darkness, that even bonds shared with the people around me are much strengthened.

Blessed with light, clarity, beautiful companionship, independence, joy, appreciation, resilience and support. Thank you, God. Thank You for all these people I've met. Thank You for the great changes in my life.

Crossroad

The ticking of the clock instills in you a belief that you're growing towards adulthood, but that can only be true biologically for everyone. As you tread through life's waters, or turn the mundane pages on the calendar, you can believe all you want that you're nearing the point of transitioning into another point of life without any materializing actualization; days seem the same back-to-back, and life, like a train, still rattles on the railway track at the same pace. A mechanical routine. You may think whatever you wish to as you look out of the window and the changing scenery until the train stops at the station and you aboard a different carriage.

Even as you near the marking age, you may not necessarily feel anything; you don't automatically grow a year older upon blowing candles on your cake. Would life be any different as you grow a year older?

Significant happenings may hammer reality into your glass globe. And till then, the clock continues to tick. And tick. 

We can deny all we want that we're still children, that we're still the ones who don't need to pay for their denials. Leaving many homes of the heart and stepping into a crossroad in life that changes your world for the next decade much earlier than your peers ultimately stirs a farrago of sleepy excitement, anxious anticipation, and devastating helplessness. As soon as the confirmation letter arrives, the world will change. There are always sacrifices to be made.

Stranger, stranger things will continue to happen, and that's a prominent sign that God's working His hands in your life. Blessed in ways.

As I waver with uncertainty, I'm grateful for the people who've encouraged and reassured, and continue to. Thank you for the support, love, and care, Jun Nyap, Mei Kay, Keisha and Yihwa.