we cannot change the cards we are dealt,
just how we play the hand.
Friday, February 04, 2011
1:24 PM
Mount Fuji
i've always found it therapeutic to travel alone.
how else would one find sanity to speak to oneself, for hours at a stretch. no eyes, no ears, no phone, no internet. it's almost like i were the last person standing for miles on end.
i found time to stop today. and observe the first greens of spring. and noticed a thread of silver hanging across my path. and i carefully stepped around it so incy-wincy needn't gist unnecessarily.
i ought to appreciate such beauty more, even back home. stop for the pair of yellow fluttering butterflies. smile at the fatimah who toils beneath the sun. sniff at the sunday dew of dawn.
and as i put one step after the other, i thought - there must be something akin to this journey back home. the challenge of a tough ascent. the need to keep going come what may. the deserving beauty at the end of the route. and just perhaps, a common misconception that the down is easier than the up. you know, many get injured after an exhausting climb, and the route down slope never beckons. some get hurt, never to get up again.
that's love, isn't it. the happy journey hand in hand, until. there's always an until in happily ever afters. ah but i'm happily engaged. and i hastily shrugged it off my mind.
yet as mount fuji pulls the clouds apart to unveil herself, i knew it has to be love. but sometimes, only sometimes - there is no need for the route down slope. i've been asked a difficult question on many occasions, quite recently too in fact, and now i finally am certain.
she's the one because i could wake fifty years later and she would still be lying beside me that very morn, on a mountain top or not, cuddled in my arms.
the voices in my head-
i love my girl. a love so beautiful, symmetrical, tangible
God loves me. a love so great, unconditional, real.
my life in a nutshell. working towards loves of sorts. beautiful, symmetrical, tangible, great, unconditional and real.
a page, deliberately left blank.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
I Corinthians 13:4-8
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