:: Fragile Things ::

Its like, setting your alarm clock for 7am. And if you snoozed twice, you’re definitely gonna miss that 9am class.

It’s like, walking in the rain. And getting splashed by a car driving on a puddle. Has it ever occurred to the car driver that he owes an apology to that person walking in the rain? Even if he doesn’t know that person.

It’s like, waiting for someone to come online. And someone didn’t. And feeling upset as if someone did something wrong. But really, that someone did neither.

It’s like, driving all the way to KK and back at night. Not on my own purpose, and yet not feeling tired whatsoever, but perfectly content. Even if the day started at 6am.

It’s like saying  ’some things are best left unsaid’. And having to blurt it out in other ways. But feeling totally okay cause it’s better left hanging outside than to let it bubble inside.

It’s like, blogging this post i don’t understand. But it was written in my head. And i thought i would care if it be posted. Private, public, password protected.

Now, it doesn’t even matter anymore. It’s funny, what goes on in my brain sometimes. I should play 20 Questions.

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It’s like, not wishing, not hoping…but praying it through. And believing He holds my world in His hands. *imagines God holding this ellie-ball*

And knowing that even if the ball isn’t perfectly round, with bruises here and dents there…it’ll still be a pretty nice usable ball.

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways”, declares the Lord. – Isaiah 55:8

Note to self : Everything is permissible for me, but not everything is beneficial.