I fancy the role of a sightseer on long solitary bus rides, because it takes the mind off adversities, though only temporarily, it placates my lust for escapism. You could chide me for not esteeming time, but I would defend that I am maximising in-between moments. It is not often that you get to transport yourself to a surreal world, besides, sitting through such zesty rides allows time for your mind to recuperate from the mental damage that could have been forcefully instilled from the previous function.
Ayleen introduced me to a new bus today which transported me from CCK to Boon Lay. Though the ride was about an hour, it was worth it. We drove past cemeteries, military bases, which I thought was a feast to the eyes. Following these, I noticed a talisman sticking on the front of the driver’s seat. Haha.
On a side note, I recently embarked on a new book by John Ortberg which Elise lent to me eons ago – If you want to walk on water, you’ve got to get out of the boat. Though I am rather clueless about the boat I am in, I think it is time I be on the look-out for opportunities of growth. I could possibly push to the blame to the phase of life I am going through, but I am well aware that I cannot discern my heart. I do not want Jesus to pass me by because of my insignificant worries. I want to be hungry. I am hungry. For growth.
Theodore Roosevelt said:
“It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.”
Lord, if it is you, command me to come to You.
