Someone Special..

something really special happened recently and i haven't actually put it up here. i don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing; from the eyes of the public, it is horrendous; in my eyes, it is beautiful; i hope it is the same from 'another' perspective. i find myself doing the most awkward things. is it a case of 'you-need-to-be-different-from-other-people' syndrome? or is it a case of 'abnormality' within my psychological self? you know how it is about the 'self' that it constantly seeks to be different from other people, yet still strives to maintain a form of homogeneity so as not to be 'weird' or too 'unique' that it disturbs 'standards' or 'norms' ever so prevalent in society? anyway, back to my main point. lol. i just wish to express my thanksgiving here because i haven't had the chance to before Christmas, Christmas Eve, and New Year's Eve itself. although i did say a little prayer in my heart, i need to have like a proper physical outward expression of the gratitude that i have for God and his blessings upon me. although i'm going through a really weird situation (i'm always going through weird situations.. =p), at least i think i'm being put through a trial where i will have a great reward awaiting me at the end of it all (i hope!). i don't know how this will end, but the ending is not what i'm looking at. it really doesn't matter what ending, but of course if it is in my favour, i'll grab it! lol. anyway, giving something to hold on to for life is more important than anything else and i hope to be able to give someone a little bit of my life. life-giving. something i learnt from someone else. it is quite something to be able to give life. i do hope down the road, this person will remember me for this, if i'm not around. if we are by each other's side, i hope she won't live to regret it. 'nuff said. i need to zen out. lol.

p.s. i love you.

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Preface

I do not know how this actually happened. I guess writing was not what I intended to do but inspiration overwhelmed me and this is the product of that little inspiration. Inspiration is such an underrated seed of faith, or so I would like to call it. A piece of literature, in any form, is a beautiful piece of art that was at first, just a tiny seed of inspiration, which miraculously and supernaturally formed in the minds of writers. This inspiration would soon become a sprout of faith, a hope that one day it will become a work of fine art, to inspire and encourage; to soothe and calm; to work its way into people’s lives and touch them. With enough water, sunshine and nutrients, I do hope this seed that I decide to sow here will one day do the same for anyone, who by any chance, managed to find this, and read it.

This seed is precious, because it is genuine and truthful, without taint nor blemish, written with a heart of faith, hope, and inspiration.

To be able to write this, I must first of all thank the people who have subtly or overtly, in some way or other, good or bad, inspired, encouraged, and motivated me to translate that tiny seed of inspiration in me into this faith. I sincerely hope that this seed of inspiration and sprout of faith will one day grow and be a good source of comfort to anyone who finds it.