其实很爱你

离开不会太悲伤

有些心情该释放
直到眼泪它自己落下
才发现骗不了自己
其实很爱你
现在学着去遗忘
躲开有你的地方
回忆被谁放在书架上
把他从最高的地方落下
感动越是深刻
寂寞就越伤人喔
每个人的心里都
会有一段伤痕
像白纸的天真
仿佛被你伤得好深
相爱不需要理由
离开也没有理由挽留

This song strikes a chord with me.. Don't ask me why, it just does. It strikes a chord so deep that its effects are that of a teardrop dropping into a still lake, ripples forming, reaching out.. reaching out to break a heart, hurt a soul..

For all the people who are hurting or who've been hurt before.

Waiting..

"But if I let you go, I would never know.. what my life would be, holding you close to me.." Westlife sings the whispers of our hearts so beautifully. I guess that's why many people get involved in relationships, because they are afraid that if they wait, they might look back and realise that the person whom they said no to-- was the One for them. That's why many of us give up on waiting. Or better still, we tell ourselves-- " surely the wait is over, he/she must be the one.." and forge ahead firmly. But a few months down the road, we're not so sure anymore..

The Bible said, "guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life." God only meant our hearts to be given for one person, just like he meant the marriage bed to only be shared between 2 people. I've known this all my life, but yet I've had more than one crush. And yet, I once was that little girl who sang along when Snow White hummed "Someday My Prince will Come", believing in the dream woven by Walt Disney-- that as long as I wait long enough, my Prince Charming would come and he would carry me off on his white stallion, and we would ride off into the sunset, and live happily ever after. I still believe it actually =)

I've sort of wandered off the topic haven't I? I guess the point of my meandering so far is because, like many others, I who was once so sure, am not sure anymore. Has my waiting ended? I don't know.. Assuming it has not ended, when will it end? Will it ever end? What if it never ends? What if??

Argh.. more questions again.. have to stop this..

A blog topic without much substance.. and this is only the second post.. this is bad..

Thoughts

My third attempt at a blog.. how laughable. A place for me to be me, just me. As I think back on the times of how and why I start a blog, it reminds me once again of -as Anne Hathaway in Princess Diaries put it, how many times in a day I use the word "me"-- just how incredibly self-centred I really am. But I digress.

My aunt once likened life and people to ships passing in the sea. I was struck instantaneously by that idea. How true! We are all but ships sailing in the ocean, each with our own destined journey, not free to pause and linger for a while, or to hasten on to our next port, but on this steady course, for time will always find its own pace.. to wherever God decrees and whenever He decrees it. On our journey, we meet many passing ships, some only for a fleeting moment as we pass, and some-- for longer periods. Of those we meet, some ships strike our fancy more than others, and we try to match our pace with theirs, so that we can drift along together, united, at least for a brief eternity. Then comes one ship which outshines the rest, and you gladly forsake all other companionship to float with that one ship on the great blue expanse that is life. But how long will you be as self-sacrificing as to do that? What if another ship comes along, who seems to match you so much in every way except the one most important one? Will you still refrain? You'll start to think.. perhaps God has other plans.. but in your heart of hearts, you kNoW that God has said no.. but yet you rebel. You refuse to continue on your journey in life, and all comes to a stand-still. You know God has said no, and your heart of hearts tells you that the first ship would be a worthy companion in life, you know you have no choice. But still you wonder, what if.. things were different? Can you make a difference if you try? As a famous poet said, "Of all the sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest is none other than "it might have been.." How eloquently put. If you never try, you'd never know what might have been. But if you do try, you'd never know what would have been otherwise. Which would you choose? Would you rather try and fail? Or not try and therefore not fail? Who is to say?

Questions and questions, but we'll never know all the answers. Wonder why we presist in asking more questions.

O God, give me the serenity to accept the things I can't change, and the courage to change the things that I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. Above all, always remind me that it is your hands which brings about any change, and no one else but you.