one zuihitsu

Monday, August 13, 2012

(a blog entry i posted in multiply, back in 2008.)

God works amazingly beautiful and beautifully amazing. He takes us by surprise and gives us presents we never thought we would get. But we take them, with much thankfulness and awe. After that a question might be asked, “What do I do God? With this gift?” The answer does not really need to be waited for, because we know that we would find a way to use whatever God gave to glorify Him. So amid wide-eyed amazement, things are rationalized and used so that the world would understand. The love God gives to each of us is personal and almost unfathomable. But we understand, and we share that.

I remember one person told me, “You’re waiting for a fairy tale,” and I immediately answered, “Ya I am.” After hearing such, I was dismissed as someone who would live my life with my hands on my face and my eyes to the sky. I am a believer in destiny, in someone for someone.

I have heard the best, most socially-relevant lyrics in songs that have “loud and noisy” music. Amid the mind-boggling, messages emanate. That is music.

Like a squeezed heart
Slowly loosened
By the hand
That has held it forever
Is my squeezed heart
Slowly loosened
By the hand that has held it forever.

It’s been ages since I wrote a song. Maybe because I’ve been hearing music even without the radio on. *buzz buzz*

You never stop learning. You get satisfied, then disappointed. You have to choose to get up and work. It’s a beautiful cycle that you go through. Before you know it, you’re high above your old self.

God has this perfect way of keeping His relationship with us. When you’re on the edge, you draw closer. And just before you fall, He responds. Generally, it’s when you’re on your knees. You see His glory and highness – the very thing that makes you hold on to the truth that is salvation. It happens every single day. I want that. I want to get saved every day. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday. Every single day.

ps: Zuihitsu is a genre of Japanese literature consisting of loosely connected personal essays and fragmented ideas that typically respond to the author's surroundings. The name is derived from two Kanji meaning "to follow" and "brush", and thus works of the genre should be considered not as traditionally planned literary pieces but rather as casual or randomly recorded thoughts by the authors. (thank you wikipedia, and that's our literature lesson for the day.)

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