I was in a forest filled with gigantic trees and weird looking plants which I have never seen before. It felt like forever but when I finally opened my eyes, I found myself in the wilderness. I guess I better stop before I say things that don't make sense (as if the last paragraphs did). For some reason, I can't quite figure myself out yet. I guess that's another reason why I love mystery. *Insert here my love for books like Nancy Drew, 39 clues, etc.*ĭo you know that feeling of wanting to release emotions through words yet right before you do so, words fail you and all you could think of is "uh. Anyway, let's go back to that mystery thing. I am still in the process of weighing whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. Yes, this would probably also be related to that tendency I have to over-think things and complicate matters. You see, the photograph may seem to be a simple picture of a girl but to me it shows a thousand unexpressed and concealed emotions, words and thoughts. The simplicity and at the same time complexity of the picture captures my attention. That picture above is one of the examples of the things I adore in line with this love I am telling you about. All this time, He had been saving me from drowning in I would probably becomeĪ fame-feeding beast! A terrible and horrifying thought! Now I realize that Probably feed on applause and drown to death in praise. Glory to Him, but honestly, I don't think I would be able to handle praise atĪll! If I became a performer with a distorted view of Jesus' Lordship, I would I kept on telling myself that I would give all Trying to make things happen the way I want them to happen. The chaos in my life happened because I was trying to control everything. The spotlight belongs to Him and Him alone. True that my life is a book, but I am not the main character. painfully beautiful.īook/movie and I was the main character. I could remember the pain in my chest while watching "children’s' Scene was dramatic, but because they (those onstage) where doing what I only Myself crying every time I watched shows at the Luce Auditorium. ![]() Wrong, I really do want to become a doctor so I could go on missions - butīeing a doctor was only secondary. Myself to believe that being a Doctor was my ultimate dream. Was done with that life and that I had one goal, to become a Doctor. Plays and announcements of contests were tempting. Myself and said that I had to focus on my studies. ![]() Lot of organizations to choose from, yet I stayed away. Of opportunities to do what they loved while they were in college. The Luce Auditorium took my breath away! It was beautiful, and theĭreams kept coming back. Yes, if you're a Sillimanian you've probably guessed what I would Time flew and I got into college - Silliman You had to be better or best - and I was neither, I was just good. And to be able to be someone in music, being good was not enough. Imagined and that I was nothing compared to all the others. That I was not talented enough to make it, that the world was bigger than I had Of course, but at that time, I took it as a discouragement. "you can still sing even if you're doing something else". Not everyone who gets into music gets to be successful. Parents and they said that I should choose a certain path I could achieve since Would want to become a lawyer, or a doctor. ![]() "singer" answer was no longer heard, instead, I would say that I However, when asked what I would want toīecome in the future, my answer had changed. Lead my classmates whenever we had to join some contests (chants, jingles, Moreover, I found a new love - directing. When I entered High School, I still got to do
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