The reality of life

This is Brian. Somehow, when I look at myself, I have ever been a victor, ever been a loser; ever been ambitious, ever been complacent; ever been generous, ever been selfish; ever been happy, ever been sad; ever been contented, ever been in want... so myriad the feelings, in just 26 years. What makes me then? Simply understood, short of goals and dreams, well I could only say commonstance, a man. Truly, I am a genuine man. One with some strength, yet laden with weakness; one who desires goodness, yet felt hopeless; one who decides to love, yet felt some cruelty... so as of time and state, I could only breeze through how transient was it all, how tough was it for perfection, how craving double-edged was only real if forgiven or maturely consented. However still, the Buddha himself was wise to see through the principles which were sound, the truths which were subtle, the essential hope which will forestall inevitable and the enlightenment that surpass all suffering, so one can rejoice in perfection.

Just like a breeze through a forest, or just as running water through a river course, two decades has passed. In a way, I have a lot of knowledge and intellect in my mind, but in reality, it has not translate to any success, only a placcid, cheerless and heart-rendering self kept in time a discourse of what I could do, however insignificant it is. Not much has change with direct regards to myself, victim freed I should be, yet I am forced to accept mediocre in contempt and patience for better experiences to come. The price of certain success I did not pay, yet the extent of dejections was a tad too severe for someone as mild and kind as me, but what makes me out of all these misfortune? Somehow, I know I need to put in more effort. Somehow, I know I need to find true opportunities. Somehow, I know I need to ensure my own future. Well, just as a man, only a man, there happen to be a lot of blueprints, but just as an architect would be to an engineer, my home and family will need all it takes for security, and this definite foundation is still within the range of research and pertinent action.

A family needs material and culture, and our current status forebides anything complacent until a taciturn success could resolve. We have learnt to adopt and adjust, yet life is just it is, sets of values and reputation in constant cycle. It is not wrong that we have end it, yet it is not perfect that we can last it, and thus to be positive about the worth of life itself is forecertain a wise contemporary of joy. Just like water in a pool, it seems refreshing to our thirst, yet forsaken as bliss forego, it was been around for a long, long time. We are that water. We are kind enough to keep our humanity, yet not wise enough to lose our imperfection, and it just seems so new, when actually we have been recycled for so long. Now, who is truly wise among our kind? The rich? The famous? The powerful? To an extent I have learnt to respect them more through my age, for intellect, procotol and capital to achieve those markers of success are certainly real work; also of some pleasures they will inherit through the right efforts are nicely pleasant senses nonetheless smart. Yet, we are still where we are, while the Buddha is already exonerated and exalted as the enlightened one and the all compassionate one, just leads us to this contrast we must appreciate. We either learn or we try. Life goes on.

Once again, life is transient, for a gentle reminder is the passing away of our dog, Penny, for she has found safe abodes at rest. While she did what a dog could do in love to entertain and guard us, I felt the legacy was of a calmer and safer ambience the house endears through her, and now, I just have to let her go, for there was never any true goodbyes at heart, only at form. Likewise, Ema, my deceased grandmother, as I believed, will always support the family in business, for it was one of her fondest dreams. In the end, from where we are, all that we should do and hope for, is for the betterment of mankind, and the improvement of energy, so in aftermath, death will be but an illusion yet the influence passed on a legacy of life.

Geology, not Jeopardy...

Earth, with its principles of support and a learning curve that is superficially preposed, does in fundamental depth of love and compassion, reveals a romance of man, with diversity of the heart that in hearing qualities of knowledge builds a system, and cherishing equalities of virtues immensely constructs compassion in the very least, for a community.

We are nevertheless of one origin, as far as our mental awareness is of concern, and its a matter of staying true to our love and placing effort first to balance the progress of Earth and self-evolution for the glory theological emphasized as dearth and geological encompassed as passion. The key to our growth is in learning our commission as children of God, earning our passage as aspirates from our Earth. Never in Buddhist logic is one wise by staying in Samsara forever, but to use ledgers to profess honesty and launchpads as contents to harness the grace arose.

Yet the contemplation and traps are sorrowful, so let us by conviction and trainsets move to a better tomorrow. There is perhaps the soft fertile ground for now to nurture us, but there could be by tradition aviators for the skies of influence, not just part of a community but to the ideal extent of one community,to be our mettle for further envisioning merits. The stars are still there, the hope lasting since the dawn.

While the saints are truly knowing, from time memorial been on our sides, in hints hope not from the pitious jeopardy that only an Almighty can save, but hope we can rationalise properly base on the geological rule of our inheritance, and be wise to preserve the integrity of our wholesome system and worthwhile sojourn. Yet us shoulder from the core of our gratefully forgiven love to let the tap of our hearts run forth rivers of sympathy for the right course, that God in dreams of greatness have already smiled from the beginning of creation.

My New Year Resolution for 2010...

New Year is coming, and at best, I could only say this year is quite frenetic... I definitely need a more successful year ahead of me, and fast come the success, please...
The certainty of the future does not seems rosy to me at all, and I am thinking what good a kind heart is, if it gives no success or derive the love one really wants. Of cause, I know one has to be kind, and still remain kind regardless, but kindness alone may not give one the respect of driven people.
Many look to riches and generosity as a mean of honour and good will. Recently, a Buddhist friend of mine, Yi Wei, invited me to his condominium for a party of sports like table tennis, squash, soccer and swimming. I not only enjoyed the time, I further respected him and his father more, because firstly, they have wealth, while secondly, they know how to use their resource to give others joy. I am glad and in awe of this art of gentle kindness, and I think this is more true and substantial than love without money or money without love. I think Yi Wei's family won my heart to a certain extent. I am happy for the blessing and the learning, yet I knew too that my father had that virtue past wise, but without the luck as of yet.
To a converse of life, money is always better the more we have it, but its never meant just as a wine for us to shower ourselves in, but as a conviction that if blessed, the honour is to the responsibility of Earth. Thus by grace, our money can bring comfort, joy and hope to those in the destitude and doldrums for poverty to progress on for enrichment and life endearment. The idea is in the balance of morality and efficiency, so as to see to the merit that true love and wisdom is rationally ingratiated and emancipated.
I understand our family may be moving to a HDB 3/4 room flat next year. Though, in the care of my heart for a family, I wish one day to own a ample sized condominium unit with enough rooms for facilitation, and the rest of what I may be able to earn will definitely be placed to manage a charity of my choice. Time is of the essence, and I really need to do some good works of monetary value or contribution of financial gains to see myself to that dream. My father has been right by the practical care of the source, very much so to clear leeways and instill discipline of a compassionate net worth. We need the action to success, for who else will respect us if we do not grace the power in time to save and convenience those whom we really care about? Its obvious we need to succeed first, but the method to reach success is also an important factor... I fraught myself kindly unfazed, but to overcome difficulty with love, the dear moment onwards needs an enduring and buoyant fitness forth, to retribute gifts with gladness and trials with perserverence.
I hope the year 2010 will be good for all in the name of family. Not because of a distant goal will we lose sight of an immediate goal, so let us live day by day in good effort and perspective, and perhaps each progress up can be treasured with ascertain gratitude and assurable appraisal. Thank you.

A Gratitude in Guise

In the vast of the night, when hope seems imaginable to the belt of stars distant yet morose, dews of water evanescene on the leavy greens poised for sunlight, which for a twinkle reflects the prior photosynthesis that could only be spelt a love crusade for a faith on fair. One could only wonder on the Earth, but contemplate of the slendour of the atmosphere above, chivalry and confidence at core to charade time accurate, the grace emergence that steadfast consisting glory.

The leaf was one but many, but the evaporating mist clears the sky, bounding for the provision vintage, that from the heights of sunrise contains the sparse rainbow heaven to come. Amidst the temporal mist, we lit up nonetheless the shadows by candles, discern none for tone savvy birds of paradise, a profound song that enlivens peace and promotes glory forever and moreover. Rise up further in gratitude and magnitude we should, awakening to the mind of the serene one.

Essential is the sacrosanct of serendipity, with courage man will move on with love and rationality, unity be the network we abide, and through a balance of contribution and support, each person may carve a potentiality of praises and charity, only light persisting that the end could only be the endearing gratitude and enriching perfection.

Beautiful dreams, forgiving sure a sense of purpose for the currency of the present partake a resolve of love, resolve and respect for each and every one of us, in due convention shines through the development of trust and profit that sustains us beyond ourselves, to see eternity in a glimpse, inspiring is the strength of the divine.

What Nelson Mandela has done, won over my shame to inspiration

Idealism, the benefactor of the intelligent and the corrigible, often plays through life a sense of conviction that is important to be strong, responsible and altruistic. When in the light, often motivation seems easy and love provides simply, but when we face discrepancies, are we still good, loving and moving? Faced by test of faith and patient, do we see that light for all moreover, or do we turn to the self, only to realise inefficiency and poverty? Now, I thought of consideration, pondering to a wondering success, and yes, a hero of idealism unveils rain clouds one by one to see the awe inspiring nature of the moon, the hope of the young night. The great I revered to is admirably Nelson Mandela, a person whose ideals were true to time and whose conviction goes beyond death to pure leadership, the art that heart yields and core might. This is the story.

Being of apartheid South Africa, Nelson first sight injustice and inequality of dubious and instable resistancy. The results were glaring, that by unfair laws do vices leads sorrowful poverty and eminent danger which to the very least is tension, usually severe, discerning the repercussion. Thus far as hitherto concerns champions, Nelson wanted democracy and equality, but political selfness cause a great protracted injustice of incarceration of Nelson for decades. While his jail bird kindly precedes minute good deeds in great love, a vision of hope goes beyond the sad realism and knowing his pedigree beyond death. He insist and maintain integral candour and valour that idealism is worth more than life, and community, more than life. By unselfishness and admirable hope above and over harsh exterior, he come across as gentle as the deer, and as strong as the lion, shoulder only to realise a world in which he has been the light worthy difference.

For his injustice, long and severe, there is no trace of anger or despondence, unlike mine when I was stripped unfairly of my grades. To see his noble conviction to serve the ideals of a better world is akin to my own moral code, though mine is for mutalism and reservation, but his kindly so, that even death would not stop him from being a savior and an extra mile forward in progress for the people. Noble as he is, adoring as we will be. This great man fastened a sense of respect and shame in me, as even as I am nice, there is much to learn and endure in the countenance of a new era, and may the end see the final light, just as Nelson Mandela by his ever and totalistic perseverence won far towards honour.

A sage and his saga

Jesus Christ, one of the greatest enigma of Earth, is surprising popular by a movement with kind but peculiar motives, and by the altruistic measures that by goes by length and depth, the time and heart reveals the treachery and the treasure. Well, to love Jesus Christ is by no means easy, and withholding dignity is certain a common issue with the Christ, and to those with little mishaps, the danger are far and unexpected abound that really is excruciating and insinuating. Well, either we be his light and sympathy, or be him in the cross, a trick that folds deeds upon retribution and really, the fundamental counts when faith plays a tribulation and the glimmer of hope that shines through is just the simple understanding that is theist oriented, that man be humble and shouldered for unwavering love.

Back to the movement of people that I do respect their heart rather than rationality and discrete virtues, we come to a crossroad of history where victors clamour and sorrow cease. So the case is why immortalise Jesus? Yes, he is the perfect man who love universally, but why surrender to the cross? Is he setting a good example for that matter, that we be his forebearing successor of a losing disposition, for life should be perserved and managed instead of letting a euphemistic martyr explosion. What is the good if you lose yourself but gain the world? I trust this is a question of altrustic servitude when the self surrenders to the cause of goodness. The reasons of Jesus is mostly right, and when dawn upon gentle and insightful understanding, is then like the beauty of rose in evanescene. Of cause, we understand an integrity on the Rock of Jesus by his perserverence is strong, but the happening is not really too healthy, and is rather radicle and difficult to grasp. This is the question of whether you love and believe in Jesus or are you like Jesus, and I hope no treason reclines until the light and truth be revealed.

As faith has repercussions, I hope everyone tread safely, but let stability of principles be our guide, and may our actions be right. As Jesus serve as an awakening concept, the importance is more on building a world of joy and a love to God, so let us take Jesus perceptive and positively, but to remember that in rationality, to live another day is to enlight another day with radiance of love. We need not a wake up call that harsh while God need not use a living sacrifice for His Greatness to forgive us. Neither should we be shifting responsibility depending on others to account for our deeds, so takes problems and facts in correct and measured perspective, and care for the world and discern Christ as we should and learn.

A certain compensation to education

Honestly, even as I write, perhaps with the best of value commensurated in the inspiration, and together with the joy of the product, portray at least a potential to myself and to people yet unknown even without publication for now. I am sorry as a writer, but publishing a work is a different game altogether, and support lax in the sorrow of this economic recession. I cannot say I fail, but fail forward first, perhaps success can come along the way and the rest can be history. I did put up my effort, but I guess I really need professional guidance, and a new frontier to plant my seeds of literature. Well, I thought of the mounting financial and moral pressure, and I decide to find a job first.

The search of a job takes a review of perspectives, as my second nature is entrepreneurship, but as the Chinese saying goes, "Everything except the absence of the wind will cease again to nothingness." Well, I am waiting for a prized partnership that I invest with unwavering initiative, knowing that the person is not yet ready with a contract to study first. University fees overseas are expensive, and I know I am one of most who persuaded him there, so here is my genuine concern and hope to mend what is economic inefficiency. So here I am, knowing I need his talent, and is able to proudly say I probably can compensate his expenditure with a partnership that is heightened on friendship and contribution. I say this is a strategic alliance, and for the world who has weathered us through with the realisation of ideals, I trust wonders will be steadfast to the rest of humanity like a tribute of life.

A way from some of my ideals and mishaps, I find myself high on hope and low on pride. At least I know that this hope is the effect of trust in God and his sometimes unfathomable plan, which might so broad and wide in possibilities while keeping a epicurean and symmetrical perspective, that I bow down to the Creator. While my stories have dimensions to stare, understandably God's magnitude and multifold is the odyssey of starlight and stardust. Because He cares, even as my hope have yet to realise the smile of the community, I should continue working as I should, and consider others as I may, and some fiction and fruition is likely to gather momentum towards the light.

So, I thought again with a different take. My talent came from education, and my value with the softer aspects of interest and love comes from the strength of youth, like the saying that heaven is strong, and so is the youth with positive and proper perspective. This became obvious, and even as I need time to my overseas compassion, especially to be with my father, I retraced and retracted myself to be a dedicated teacher support staff for years to come, but ponderingly considered with thoughts and effort on my sideline passion. The scope of being a teacher support staff is so stunning in the design of what does that suited my life, for all the investments and future concerns, and I know I could just be the "education vat engineer" and moral teacher of many of our youths, while keeping a portfolio true to my family and writer's ambition. I know my talent can be put to good use here for years on, and definitely so with a balance of time and remuneration, for that is how social nature governs the beauty in our economy.