Reminiscence @ 12:11 PM

Went through some of my old blog entries today. It surprises me how colourful my life once was. By that I do not mean that my life now is dull. It is certainly not. Just that it has taken a different shape.

Reading my own thoughts of three years ago kinda jerks me how much I have changed. I am no longer the wide-eyed simple-minded teenager I once was. There was so much confusion, yet so much hope and faith, in sort of blind way. I did not clutter myself with "why" or "how", did not question much about the motive behinds everything, just simply believe. I dare not say it was bad, 'cuz certainly it was the time I felt most alive.

I have lost some of that blind faith, and gained some nasty not-so-rosy experiences. Discovered more about human nature. I dare not say it has made myself wiser, for now I become more wary, which could get tiring some time.

Life could be so much a burden if we do not how to enjoy ourselves. Reread Daddy-Long-Legs by Jean Webster yesterday, and Judy letter to her guardian sort of poked at me.

Anybody can rise to a crisis and face a crushing tragedy with courage, but to meet the petty hazards of the day with a laugh - I really think that requires spirit.

Yes the word "spirit" is in italic. Often I find myself lack of that spirit and losing my cool quickly when things do not go my way. All sort of trivial stuff like missing a bus, raining without an umbrella, a rebellious brother who does not want to give me back my laptop...Daily issues that can clutter and weigh you down and are, more often that not, easily dampen your spirit than anything else.

Let's embrace a new day with a rekindled spirit, for that small flame in you would never die out if you make an effort to blow it often. If you play DS lite game such as Cooking mama or Lost in blue, you would know what I am talking about.

Labels: book, games, reminiscence

Reminiscence @ 12:11 PM

Went through some of my old blog entries today. It surprises me how colourful my life once was. By that I do not mean that my life now is dull. It is certainly not. Just that it has taken a different shape.

Reading my own thoughts of three years ago kinda jerks me how much I have changed. I am no longer the wide-eyed simple-minded teenager I once was. There was so much confusion, yet so much hope and faith, in sort of blind way. I did not clutter myself with "why" or "how", did not question much about the motive behinds everything, just simply believe. I dare not say it was bad, 'cuz certainly it was the time I felt most alive.

I have lost some of that blind faith, and gained some nasty not-so-rosy experiences. Discovered more about human nature. I dare not say it has made myself wiser, for now I become more wary, which could get tiring some time.

Life could be so much a burden if we do not how to enjoy ourselves. Reread Daddy-Long-Legs by Jean Webster yesterday, and Judy letter to her guardian sort of poked at me.

Anybody can rise to a crisis and face a crushing tragedy with courage, but to meet the petty hazards of the day with a laugh - I really think that requires spirit.

Yes the word "spirit" is in italic. Often I find myself lack of that spirit and losing my cool quickly when things do not go my way. All sort of trivial stuff like missing a bus, raining without an umbrella, a rebellious brother who does not want to give me back my laptop...Daily issues that can clutter and weigh you down and are, more often that not, easily dampen your spirit than anything else.

Let's embrace a new day with a rekindled spirit, for that small flame in you would never die out if you make an effort to blow it often. If you play DS lite game such as Cooking mama or Lost in blue, you would know what I am talking about.

Labels: book, games, reminiscence