moments of refreshments
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Looking Above And Find Rest
Monday, October 5, 2009
Life as What Would It Be?
Some Musicians define life as a “musical instrument” and they are the instrumentalist. Their lives depend on how they play the instrument pleasantly.
Some Athletes define life as a “game” and they are the player. Their lives depend on how they rule and win the game.
Some Inventors define life as “nothing” because they make something out of nothing. Their lives depend on what they had made and on how it works.
Some Scientists define life as a “test” because nothings happened perfectly and they are the one who will discover the exact details. Their lives depend on trial and error and on how they will meet every change.
Some Artists define life as a “sketch” because nothing is permanent. They will paint their lives as how they want it to be.
Being in the driver seat of your life is a hard thing. Like writing your own story, swaying your own rhythm, playing your own game, inventing your own way, testing whatever you want and you will end up to a sketch. Starting again and again, satisfying your own self, following your ambition and still ended in nothing, knowing that nothing is permanent. Everything that you’ve seen is drawn in pencil and anytime can be erased.
Truly, it is tiring to drive your own life; there is no break or stop light it goes on and on. You cannot quit but you can decide who will be in the driver seat. If you’re tired, let the real Author of life wrote your story. Let Him play the instrument that signifies your life. Let Him be your coach in your every game. And let Him be your master, the source of wisdom. Because at the very first of your life, He is already the artist who draw His plans for you.
A child simply defines life as a “trust” knowing that there is One who knows what is better for him.
So now, how do you define your life?
Monday, September 21, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
When the memories gone pass by
The sadness left us behind
And the stories go on its way
And I’m here in my solitary place
Listening how the wind speaks to you
To a song that my heart beats through
Experiencing how the love comes this far
Where everything seems how we are
Bridge:
But is so hard to be in a quiet place like this
When I’m alone and your not here with me
Chorus:
And I look up to the sky
And ask you why? Ask you why?
We’ve met here this time
And I cry, and I’m talking in the air
Telling the words I want to share and it’s true,
I want to be with you
Many questions are been revealed
When the quietness slowly appeared
It’s a dream that never been real
But now it’s coming near
(Repeat bridge)
(Repeat Chorus)