Someone asked me to write about this. Ah...I really don't know what to say...
Everybody dreams. Some succeed, some fail. Some are satisfied, some are disappointed...
I belong to the second group...
Whatever I've wanted, whatever I've dreamt - they never materialize. The job that I have is not what I want. The life that I have is less than ideal. The look, the money, the...etc... sigh, the list never ends...
Contentment? That is a strange word to me. I've always wanted for more. "What's next?" is my regular question. "Is that all?" is my repeated cries.
I wonder what is wrong with me? There are too many unanswered whys in my mind. The more I ponder about them, the crazier I become.
Many people preach about expectation. Expect big things and pursue them, don't limit yourself, whenever there is a will, there is a way and blah and blah and blah, blah, blah...
I for one, don't really believe in those slogans. I've been disappointed enough to dream, to expect, to hope...
But wait...there has to be something more behind this business of dreaming...
Someone told me that a dream must fall onto the ground and die. Just like a seed, it has to die before it springs forth. It has to perish before it flourishes. A seed by itself means nothing and so does a dream. And once it matures, it'll yield fruits - more valuable than being just a seed.
By the way if we think about it, the seed is not the same anymore after it becomes the fruit yielding plant. And the whole process would take different time for every seed. And in the eyes of a botanist, this process is nothing short of being magical...
From seed to plant. From a dream to... something that is much more useful. The Master Craftsman is also The Master of Dreams, He knows what to make out of a simple seed. Hence we must not hold on to the seeds, we must release them into the ground of life and watch them die. Painful as it may, yet when we see the small sprouts breakforth - the joy would only be equal to a mother's sigh of relief after delivering and our pain is vindicated...
Sigh, so I could only wait with a broken heart...waiting for the day of deliverance and fulfillment to come...
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yeah... there's an enemy called average.
hidup koko!!
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