Thursday, October 27, 2005

Life is like a box

it all depends on which way you hold it.

Keep it upright, and it fills up, hold it the other way round, and it empties itself out. Open it and it's all about the inside. Close it and people only see the container. Close it and it's all dark inside.

When you're born, they put you in a box. When you're dead, they put you in a box.


If you put chocolates in the box, life becomes a box of chocolates.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

I don't want to

do the things that my heart warns me against, time and time again

have no peace even when i close my eyes

grab at nothing

fall short

be short

feel anger boiling inside

lie

be a hypocrite

make empty promises

stop creating

ever have to cease knowing the overwhelming feeling of lightness, in my dreams, in my waking imagination

land with more impact than is absolutely necessary

forget to be thankful for prayers answered

forget that all prayers are answered

Monday, October 17, 2005

Freeze-time

Somewhere near the summit of old rag mountain are 4 intrepid explorers who pause for a moment to reflect on their journey.

They are, from left -- Priska, Meng Aun, Cindy and Canuf's Bag.

Misery

what happens when someone tells you how miserable his/her life is? does it get you down too? does it make you feel lucky that yours isn't as miserable? does it make you morbidly ashamed that life is treating you too well? does it make you afraid that things won't stay rosy for long? does it make you pity? does it make you look down in disdain?

how do you convince someone who's miserable that God loves all of us?

how do you convince yourself after that?

misery is a frightful thing. no one looks forward to misery.

misery is addictive.

misery is contagious. it feeds on you until you pass it to someone else.

Friday, October 07, 2005

Virginia!

for 3 years, i've seen that lone tree in arts quad turn red before any other tree. i guess it has been doing that for its entire life right? lynn tells us that she'd like to be like that tree. i don't know man...

cos it's also the first to go bare.


i am going to virginia! climb mountains. i want to look down from the top, and praise God for what he has created just for us. I want to feel the weight of the earth under me, and imagine the Earth's crust straining deep beneath those layers. I want to be healed. I want to feel my body working. I want to let go of my mind, to let it expand, reaching out into where nothing can keep it bound.

I want to feel water running down my throat, and be thankful for its taste. I want to experience trees without a rifle clutched in my hands. i want to live.


what if you were a rock, perched precariously at a ledge on a great mountain... which would impact you more, the fact that you're right up there above the clouds, or the fact that very soon, a gust of wind or a slight movement of the Earth would send you all the way down, probably reaching the base in much more than a single piece?