Your life's a song, so sing along before the silence swallows you and leaves you like a pawn.
i think i take life too seriously. scratch that. i know i take life too seriously. i wonder what got lost in translation. i feel distant. i feel far. yet, so close. there's so much chaos. yet, somehow there's peace. paradox. contradiction.
i've always wanted to journal regularly. after reading 'perks of being a wallflower' i bought a composition notebook and wrote for three consecutive days about small wonders. i came to realize that it's so difficult for me to develop a habitual pattern of journaling/blogging 'cause i feel that i always need to write something profound, to write something that will inspire those who come across my entries. why do i feel the need to impress in the most intimate of processes? my need to write eloquently prohibits me from, well, writing. it's all very sad.
i really love music. God is so creative and so good. His love is a melody in my soul. i love to lay (lie?) down on a field of grass, a bench, my bed, listening to my iPod. honestly, if i were to bring only three things on an island with me, it would definitely be 1) my Bread 2) my iPod 3) a good pair of shoes, i'm thinking my converse. but then again, i like to walk around barefoot. but then again, i want to explore the island and so need a sturdy pair of shoes to overcome all obstacles. oh, how i would love to just escape for a week, even a day, to an island and fall asleep in the warm sand, iPod in hand. escape. isolation. it's all very sad. but i'd love a break. i'm a coward.
like courage.
i'm doing this:
i want to do this:
"There is no fear in Love, but Perfect Love casts out fear."
1 John 4:18
