There's a story everyone's writing and in every story we are the main lead character. The story we write on our own has moments where is good, bad, joyous and painful. Seasons where we had went through became history and had hidden at a little corner of our hearts.
Today, I had decided to tweak out a part of my cupboard (hidden in my heart). I regonised that it had hidden there for a period of time, in fact 2 months' close to 3 months. I dare not express myself to what had happened, remorse and mull over if I had not said "I Love You, Dad" or even a simple gesture of hugging. Well, I usually don't, because I was raised in a traditional manner. Now, do not miss any opportunity to express one's self feelings especially in small gestures especially to your loved ones in life.
God bought in each and every single souls in your life for a reason. Cherish it.
I then, tug out another part of the cupboard. Observed layer after layer of filled-dust and ashes. I blew it away with probably a breath and push it back. It took me courage to open it again due to a deep tugging in my heart. I had seen how indecisive and inconclusive I was. Inside, there are many pebbles surrounding. There's also 2 big stones. One rock and the other diamond. Rock: Went through thick and thin and broke many emotional barrier. Simple pure melodic magic lingers; the words and notes strung us together, and when I gazed back, the recollecting sweet lovely memories never ceases but.. Now, it seems to be at a standstill. Assurance back then was the answer to the season of praying.
I then, tug out another part of the cupboard. Observed layer after layer of filled-dust and ashes. I blew it away with probably a breath and push it back. It took me courage to open it again due to a deep tugging in my heart. I had seen how indecisive and inconclusive I was. Inside, there are many pebbles surrounding. There's also 2 big stones. One rock and the other diamond. Rock: Went through thick and thin and broke many emotional barrier. Simple pure melodic magic lingers; the words and notes strung us together, and when I gazed back, the recollecting sweet lovely memories never ceases but.. Now, it seems to be at a standstill. Assurance back then was the answer to the season of praying.
Rock had yet to went through real storms of life, even so one's responses was so important. Waiting to create something new, not just recollecting what I missed.
The diamond: awaits and treated me like gold. Effortless and striveless. Memories were history, silliness of waiting touches' heart ... Is there gonna be an opportunity for creating the future?
Diamond went through storms, was grinded and crushed, decisive, clear direction..
Rock or diamond? Shall I now, push back this part of my little cupboard. Turning to the Composer of my life in purity prayer. In his timing and season to review the melody composed, to dance the perfect chronography set before me.
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