walking

I was playing a game recently (merely to de-stress), when it got me thinking.. life is really like a race.. like the Amazing Race.

But unlike the reality TV counterpart, we run this race alone, or rather, we begin with the support and cheers from the crowd, like how we got from our loving parents. And even so, do we not disagree to say that, for most points in our lives, we make our own informed choices at the crossroads, at the junctions, at the detours?

Along the routes/paths that is set out for us, we meet with many wonders, transgressions, love ones, obstacles, good fortune, misleading information (foreign taxi drivers), fast forwards, or sabotages. Each willing us on, or holding us back. Are we capable, strong enough, to carry on? Or does the scratch/bruise from the last fall make us weak, succumbing to a time penalty, of letting life just pass-by wastefully?

The scab on my knee has nearly healed... but.. I am not sure I want to remove it yet..

In our own race, one thing I know, even though each of us got our own route, a different means of getting there, and at different times; we may still end up at there, at the same place. But even so, we are now at different points of the race..

In our own race, one thing I know; at times when that happens, I find that there is nothing good in goodbyes. You may be a tad too late, you may be a tad too early, and after some time... I realised some people are only meant to stay in my heart.. not in my life.. not in this race.

One thing I know, I find all I need is in Your unending love.

If your can't fly, then run,
If you can't run, then walk,
If you can't walk, then crawl,
But whatever we do,
We have to keep MOVING FORWARD.

ruin

Dear God,

Please take my hand, and guide me now, because I have no idea what to do.

Ruin my life the plans I have made, ruin desires for my selfish gains.

pieces

I waved my arms up, reached out towards the imaginary sky. It is always nice to have a good stretch in the morning. I looked at the clock. Fooled by the premature brightening of the sky, I checked my messages.

I smiled, but feeling inarticulate, my mind wondered off knowing ever so well that that day had to come to past. I turned my head away from the window, tucked myself back in and dozed off, telling myself, that I would wait...

*** *** *** *** ***

For all the reasons I couldn't deal with, I ensured my thoughts went to an overdrive; and like a chess player mentally calculating and studying my steps, my index finger hovered over the white bell button. I looked at the ticking clock, and then across the board. A window opportunity opens and closes all the time. We need to act at the right moment. I made my move.

Not locked out, but a strong pang lingered. I made no gambit, not expecting much. Like the King, a hollow piece more than anything else, I stood there. But a quick embrace and exchanges followed, and I was the last piece standing on the driveway...