Monday, March 26, 2012
The Fall of Single Feather...
Every time sometime big happens in my family, my mind automatically starts to examine the status of my life.
Where the hell am I?
What in the world am I doing?
What the crap have I actually done?
What am I going to do?
And mostly, how closer am I into accomplishing m dream?
When I was a child, I thought that talent was a load go crap. Genetics, body type and body size are things that never really matter into accomplishing your goals. You simply have to work hard enough. If aren't good enough as of yet, you just have to practice more.
The older I got, the more I believed in genetics. That everyone was born with the ability to be good at at least a single thing. It won't matter what education or training you had in that area. If you were meant to be good at it, one way or another, you would.
What if, you are not good enough to accomplish your dream?
What happens if you are not skilled enough to see through to your goals?
What happens then?
With Regards,
Taken by one of the magicians::
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Saturday, March 17, 2012
The Fall of Single Feather...
Have you ever
That perhaps in the next few minutes of your life that it could be your very last? That maybe there'd be a malfunction on the train that you were on and it'll explode? Or maybe, there could be criminals on the train, drawing a gun and shooting aimlessly to stop the police; that you'd be hot by a stray bullet?
Or perhaps all those things would happen; the explosion hurling you a distance away from the railway, a bullet catching you on the chest as you fell? Only the difference is, you didn't die. How would that have changed you? What would you do? What if, in the midst prmthe chaos, flames and debris, you and the criminal is alive, but the cop is dead? What would you do?
It probably won't happen, but you never know right? Unless it really did occur - right in front of your eyes.
With Regards,
Taken by one of the magicians::
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Saturday, March 03, 2012
The Fall of Single Feather...
As it turns out,
During my time on the cruise I actually spent quite some time on my own. The cruise wasn't particularly fun, but I did enjoy the environment. The people were polite, especially since the non-Singaporeans. But mostly I enjoyed the sea; the main reason why I was usually alone.
There was something captivating about the sea. The monotonous, yet ever changing sea. The cool, salty air that was kind of sticky. The wide array of magical platforms otherwise known as clouds. The dark, expansive night sky which threatened to consume you every single time.
It was a nice place to think and be alone. Moreover, there was the free food. It wasn't the best, but it wasn't bad either.
With Regards,
Taken by one of the magicians::
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