What you will

Before I start on my random entry for the day, as Dil reminded me, HAPPY TWELFTH NIGHT! XD 

I am amused by Luke’s recount of Friday’s CCA fair, except I beg to differ, I was not a scary bird, nor, contrary to Ian’s opinion, did I have paint dripping down my face.

I’ve found that I play badminton better when humming songs. :) So today, I started humming Haven songs. And from there I figured that I play more calmly when I hum Imagine but react faster when I hum Celebrate. Quite strange really…

In response

I cannot give an answer to the questions that you pose,
Neither in my poor poetry nor in my usual prose.
And just to prove my point, I shall stop my poem. *grin* I’m a logikos, as most of us are. Yet, I’m sure that most of us can agree that some are more rational than others. For those who know me well, I am a person who tries to rationalise everything and figures that if it can’t be explained, it’s not worth knowing. It’s a stupid mindset at times, I will concede. Unfortunately, not everything can be justified nor are you able to put your finger on the cause, and certainly not all emotions are quite rational (Where’s Tok when you need her?). If we were truly rational beings, then we wouldn’t love freely at all. I believe that if we were truly rational, we would all turn utilitarianistic, for it is but instinctive to do something for one’s own good. There’s nothing rational about loving and expecting nothing in return, except perhaps it is a rational response to the great love that has been shown to us. But we can never stay in that warm cocoon of ‘self’ and what is comfortable, for life would be so very unfulfilling, wouldn’t it? (Oh man, this doesn’t sound like me at all.) And I do try not to live a lie, if you ask me a question, I will answer. Believe me, I have thought about it many, many times and I wish things never turned out the way they did. But I’m glad that I told the truth that night.
My friend Mente is but silent, she knows not what to say,
Cuore is weary; she is tired and is no longer gay.
If it’s an answer that you seek, no answer shall you find,
For no answer can be given by she who only binds.

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Recently, I prayed that you’d be taught to truly dance. And it continues to be my prayer for you at this time. None of us are perfect and we’ll never achieve perfection till we see Perfection in all His glory. You are fearfully and wonderfully made; never ever doubt that, my friend. I’m still here.

Forever [Maurie G. Clay]
I learn as the years roll onward
And leave the past behind,
That much I have counted sorrow
but proves our God is kind;
That many a flower I longed for
Has a hidden thorn of pain,
And many a rugged path
Led to fields of ripened grain.

The clouds but cover the sunshine;
They cannot banish the sun.
And the earth shines out the brighter
When the weary rain is done.
We must stand in the deepest sorrow
To see the clearest light,
And often from wrong’s own darkness
Comes the very strength of right.

We must live through the weary winter
If we could but value the spring,
And the woods must be cold and silent
Before the robins sing.
The flowers must be buried in darkness
Before they can bud and bloom,
And the sweetest and warmest sunshine
Comes after the storm and gloom.

So the heart from the hardest trial
Gains the purest joy of all,
And from the lips that have tasted sadness
The sweetest songs will fall.
For as peace comes after suffering,
And love is reward of pain,
So after earth comes heaven
And out of our loss the gain.