DO for the day (:

I. Compassion Pt 2

And as she came of age, a piece of her past youth was lost. What was once a living, breathing emotion had now faded into a deadened memory that was shelved into her mind and away from her heart.

But this past experience would now show the way ahead, with new-found clarity and wisdom.

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A teddy bear still sits by the corner of her room. She used to spend time to play with it, but such was a thing of the past. Once in a while, she would still glance at it, but with a nonchalant stare so very unlike the affectionate gaze of the little girl I used to know.

'Could I ever awaken the little girl in her once again?' I once asked the teddy bear. It remained silent, as if sneering at my naivety. Little did I realise that I was speaking to an empty shell, whose soul had drifted away the moment the little girl stepped out of her room to face the outside world.

II. An Ethereal Encounter

An indescribable uncertainty disturbed the inner peace within me last week. It grew to paranoia, and caused a throbbing migraine that kept recurring non-stop. Thankfully, the pain was mitigated by the momentary drug of distraction, and finally healed by faith and much prayer.

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I will not shed a tear, nor shudder with fear, when the grimreaper wraps his arm around your shoulder and beckons you to pass on. Instead, I will applause for the good deeds you had done on earth, and celebrate with you on your transition to a sinless, perfect after-life.

III. One-oh-five

It's been quite a long time since I've stayed up this late. But it's quiet now, and I'm the DO for the day - two wonderfully helpful ingredients that can make great blog posts.

A day of smiles over frowns

Fond memories and present joy, when sewn together, make a timeless jewel that sparkles like a diamond in never-ending rough.

Hiatus

I. Homecoming

a lonesome traveller on a vacation much too long,

but he has returned,

albeit in bits and pieces,

that together makes one wholesome.

II. Hindsight bias

A long-standing tale of life once spoke a message. It said, "change and growth are volatile entities, that overtime add up to become a constant in the equation of life." Indeed, it speaks a truth that has surely stood the test of time and man, and triumphed both life and death. Its ancient voice still rings emphatically, but ever so surely and soothingly.

III. Infinity and beyond

2010 has been a fulfilling year. I was thrown many miles out of my comfort zone, and in my bewilderment, had been led purposefully by an elusive being to a path with a sign that wrote: "confidence". And off I went to where the sign pointed, guided by nothing but just a mere belief that this sign was a harbinger of rightful direction.

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Rows of trees appeared along the edges of the broad road I was treading upon. And on these trees were fruits of varying colours, shapes, and sizes. It was a very spectacular sight, but one so very distant and deplorable because I was not to touch or smell them. I was warned right from the beginning that these fruits did not belong to me, but to the trees that painstakingly took ownership and sacrificed much time and energy to bear them. In all fairness, this visual treat was already a privilege that few would ever get to witness.

And along the way came this very peculiar tree. It rustled and shook intensely even in the absence of wind. As I paused to scrutinise its aberrational eccentricity, a branch was extended in front on me. At its tip, a piece of fruit hung lusciously.

I placed my palms gingerly beneath it. Indeed, it was a respectful and meek gesture that restrained my fervent yearning for its greenish skin to touch mine. But somehow, the tree seemed to hear my silent voice, and answered with a momentous 'yes' as the fruit dissociated itself from its branch.

In its place, a note was left hanging, and on it were scribbles of wisdom and warning:

- Never generalise or assume, for only fools accept, but professionals validate

- You may not always say what you mean, but always mean what you say (be honest!)

And finally, a quote:

“Learn to limit yourself; to content yourself with some definite work; dare to be what you are and learn to resign with a good grace all that you are not; and to believe in your own individuality.”

As I came to the end of the note, something suddenly dawned upon me. I had held the pen that wrote these very words. It was a special pen that I was gifted with, one that had the power to rewrite lives and craft new chapters, not only for myself, but for the people around me.

Never had I felt so sure of myself since the time I was flung far away from my own realised consciousness and left to struggle in the abyss of unstructured, unknown unconsciousness.

IV. A cluttered mind

clouds bring intricacy to an otherwise plain and vast sky,

but too many clouds in the sky shroud its majesty and awe.

yet,

there will always be a ray of sunlight that peeks through,

to remind those beneath the clouds,

of a silver lining that brings hope and peace