I'm apparently unable to find from where I can delete a post on my own blog. If it's possible in the first place. So now I've edited this post and have one more very empty post left to use. Hm... I'll come up with something. But not right now. I'm having an exam tomorrow and I'm not willing to make a pig's ear out of the examinations like I did in the summer. I was burnt once, I don't want to be burned again because of repetitive folly, of all things.
ETA: Well, I'm being silly and tired. "Edit posts" does the job. *sigh*
I dream of gold and of leaves...
Monday, January 10, 2011
New Year and the days thereafter...
...were rather full, really. In one way or another.
I'm not even too certain of what to write. 2010 in recap: full of wonder and diversity, I guess. 2011 in prospect: I have absolutely no idea. I dare not think of how it shall be.
From these first days of the year I was made to realise that I need to learn to be more patient. I need to wait for things to come to me, instead of me grasping after them. I've learnt my lesson, I hope. If only I could stick it to my mind perpetually. That would be a boon to cherish for a lifetime. But alas, the human mind is a bit more stubborn and, dare I say, irresolute and forgetful. Yet I was also told, among other things (and by several people in different points in my life, not only now) to have hope. And one time, that advice went into my heart and stayed there (Facebook friends, you might remember, though it is so far back now). And I'm not altogether keen on disobeying - in a way - my father confessor or anyone else who wants all that is good for me.
I too need to think and I too need to make up my mind as to what I want. For some reason, I cannot worry anymore. Because I know everything will be taken care of most magnificently. And on that very high and optimistic note, I take my leave and return to the world with its stylistics.
I'm not even too certain of what to write. 2010 in recap: full of wonder and diversity, I guess. 2011 in prospect: I have absolutely no idea. I dare not think of how it shall be.
From these first days of the year I was made to realise that I need to learn to be more patient. I need to wait for things to come to me, instead of me grasping after them. I've learnt my lesson, I hope. If only I could stick it to my mind perpetually. That would be a boon to cherish for a lifetime. But alas, the human mind is a bit more stubborn and, dare I say, irresolute and forgetful. Yet I was also told, among other things (and by several people in different points in my life, not only now) to have hope. And one time, that advice went into my heart and stayed there (Facebook friends, you might remember, though it is so far back now). And I'm not altogether keen on disobeying - in a way - my father confessor or anyone else who wants all that is good for me.
I too need to think and I too need to make up my mind as to what I want. For some reason, I cannot worry anymore. Because I know everything will be taken care of most magnificently. And on that very high and optimistic note, I take my leave and return to the world with its stylistics.
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