"How is one to live a moral and compassionate existence when one is fully aware of the blood, the horror inherent in life, when one finds darkness not only in one's culture but within oneself? If there is a stage at which an individual life becomes truly adult, it must be when one grasps the irony in its unfolding and accepts responsibility for a life lived in the midst of such paradox. One must live in the middle of contradiction, because if all contradiction were eliminated at once life would collapse. There are simply no answers to some of the great pressing questions. You continue to live them out, making your life a worthy expression of leaning into the light. We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."
Looking back at my past written expression in my journal “Trials of Facts written on Sunday, November 22, 2009 at 8:15am”quotes found in a website I could not remember in which I see even until this present moment I see and feels the truth. Neither man nor woman as entity could be simple because at times emotion has leaded us to the wrong way. One must live in the middle of contradiction, because if all contradiction were eliminated at once life would collapse. There are simply no answers to some of the great pressing questions. You continue to live them out, making your life a worthy expression of leaning into the light. How true it is as so many debates and questions to no answer for everything. We must lead our way of life as what we believed in although I can said we would always most of the times fail. It is about living in humble thoughts of what we can really be rather than trying to duplicate of becoming somebody else.
Some said money is everything vice versa some said the other way round. But there is saying money is the root of all evil. Which is correct? In my humble thoughts all are in bind together. All depends in the individuality how he or she makes it into. But then again most of us can’t control our thoughts therefore at most times we are not thankful or grateful of what we have. Let me put it in practical way and logic. We must know our limits. Don’t ask for something you are unable to achieve without trying. If we are able to overcome the failure and succeed, don’t forget where we are from the first place. We must lead our way of life as what we believed in although I can said we would always most of the times fail. It is about living in humble thoughts of what we can really be rather than trying to duplicate of becoming somebody else. But I can give assurance it is hard to live to that task of expression. In the first place it has always been about been yourself.
There are simply no answers to some of the great pressing questions. To me I live and trials of what I think I should. Whether I succeed or fail, I let the fate decide. We don’t live in this world forever. Hell yeah I have falls hard before. Fall in love, been in loved and having relationships which lead to only scar emotion that simply the way in life. I am practical. If there is no mutual trust that’s it game over. Excuse me kindness is never a weakness. The point is love not in my fate yet. Allah knows better. Years back when I quit as auxiliary police in SATS, I do heard some arrogant people said I’m dead because working out from SATS I will not make it. I simply don’t bother because I have always believed nobody could predict people life but assuming. Alhamdulillah I am much more comfortable now although I have to agree I start kinda late but it’s ok. I have to pay the price of trying of trials. Anyway it is because I had to sacrifice due to some issue and I put it as my responsibility as a son. Past is gone no longer valid in present. We live as for tomorrow as we smile and all we do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
