A Breather to Rejoice


It’s truly been too long of a time that I’ve shared my words. Too much has happened in this past while; I think even writing a novel would not capture everything in its entirety. The whirlwinds, the ups-and-downs, the happinesses and joyousness, the sadness and trembles of not getting what one wants. The list could be forever long; to the end of the yellow brick road. Having this time to take a breather is wonderful. I think I don’t give myself enough space to just do what I want. Many times, I bound myself with deadlines, timelines, due dates, appointments, and much, much more.

This picture of a silent yet graceful town lit up my eyes when I came across it. No people are in sight, but the festivity of the lights and all the colours, the beautiful colours; they just signal happiness, cheer, and joy, to me. Christmas is yet, almost upon us once again. This time last year, I was bound by a much different lifestyle. Submerging myself in silence, smiling meekly at that which made me laugh and oh so shy, nodding along to my own musical wavelength. These 365 days had me revert somewhat back to the person I once was. Laughing uncontrollably at moments, but also cherishing the beauty of silence, and the truth behind words unspoken.

Being thankful. Being considerate. Being quiet, yet understanding. Being kind. Being sincere. Being humble. Being loving. There are yet so many characteristics that embody how godly our God is. I am only one step on this path that I wish to hopefully achieve with my time here. It was supposed to be cut short. But the Lord let me continue on. Taking the steps I wanted. Walking the paths I desired so. Touching the hearts of those whom I never thought I would.

December. Rather, the celebration of our Lord, Saviour, and King. These times, so miraculous, merciful, and graceful. Belong all to him.


Nighttime wonders


Nights are where I seem to have the most to say, because I’ve collected thoughts throughout the course of the day. Sometimes I wonder, what if I hadn’t been born as me? What if I had been born as someone else, somewhere else in this world. Would I have met the people that I have? Would I have done the things I’ve done? Would I be happier? Or not quite as? There are so many “what-ifs” in this world that I’ve grown accustomed to not wishing for any over-dos.

To be honest, I’m content; very, for everything that has happened. Either if it had been happy, sad, overwhelming, regretful, or even tiring and wishing I could forget that moment entirely. But sometimes it’s the fact that we are humans, and not having everything that we wish for to happen that makes us different; more special. We have to remember the memories of our past, continue that which we are doing in the present, and look towards the future.

It’s these times at night that I look toward the stars and somehow see a map of how my future will look. I always have the feeling that it will be “bright, unknown, and overlapping with many that I love and will love”.

I hope you all have a wonderful night. Tuck in and pull those dreams that much closer.

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As I look up and see those string of lights, it reminds me of so many things, events, memories, people. It’s ironic isn’t it? People walk into our lives. Only a select few are meant to stay, and the rest, you’ll find are only meant to teach you something about yourself, and then ultimately drift away. How do we hold on? How do we slow their steps?

Those lights as they shone, gave me a sad sense of warmth of those days. But better days will come, I just know it.