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When did i start writing in prose? I really don't want to know, and I'm not interested to find out. If the way I blog has changed, I think its probably a good thing considering time doesn't stop and neither has my neurons. Does it bother me though? Yes it does. I'm typing and consciously stopping myself from hitting the enter key after every part of a sentence. Its like I'm forcing myself to re-orientate with the old me.

Every new chapter in life means new changes, every new chapter also means lessons learnt, and new pointers applied. Yet, without fail, in every chapter, we fall and we trip, and we bruise and we bleed, no matter how careful we tried to be. In fact, the more careful we are, the harder we fall because we're so sure we did everything to stop it and yet it still happened the way we prevented it from happening.

Does this mean we don't try to learn from the past mistakes and experiment with new strategies and new outlooks? I guess not. There's no other way to live than by trial and error in faith and with grace.

Discontentment is a choker that keeps us from breathing the fresh air that the plants work so hard at providing. Mistrust is a thorn in my flesh that keeps me from feeling the soft supple petals of life. We believe what we wish to believe, and I'm not talking about the day to day principles or issues, I'm talking about the issues that are deeply embedded in the abyss of our mind.

There's no denying, the self screws with the self. Often, we are our own destruction. Our ego, our insecurities, our disbelief, our lack of confidence in ourselves and the people around us.

It gets tiring, both on our end and for the people around us. I suppose all we can do when we're tired is accept the fact that we're tired for a reason, and that its all about the trying. So get a rest, wake up recharged, re-energised, and ready to be surprised for the wonders tomorrow will bring because if God clothed the flowers in the fields and fed the birds in the sky then he'll definitely provide for the homosapiens that he created in his image, that think and feel, that rule and roam the earth.

We did good today, we did.

Now to rest my head in preparation for tomorrow!
YAHooooooOooooOooooo~!!!!!!