Let’s imagine for a moment living life with buttons.
It is a lot like watching DVD with a remote in our hands. What we do is we skip the things we don’t like. We rewind to catch up on what we miss and pause when we’re tired or bored. If only life works like this, right? Our lives are like those movies that are being played in those DVD players. The thing is th . . . . .
12 December, 2016 - Purpose
A Little Too Late
I think it’s a gift for all of us to come to a point where we have a dream, we have a vision of how we want our future to look like, and we just can’t seem to shake it off. It’s like that black stain on your white t-shirt that you can’t seem to wipe. And to some extend, it’s almost as if these visions and dreams are both good and bad. It gives us a reason to live.
12 December, 2016 - Purpose
Kobe, Basketball and Other Legends
I have no words. I cried watching Kobe took his last walk into and out from the court for the last time. The speeches and tributes done by other people for him and his final words before leaving the court got me tearing up. I don’t think he could’ve ended his career any better. I think it was a perfect way to exit the game that he has grown to love so much for good. What can I say? I love basketball, I really do.
12 December, 2016 - Purpose
Everyday I Mop the House
Perspective changes everything.
This has become a common theme of my life in the past few months. I learned that the way I see things changes things. Of course, the things don’t change just because I look at it in a different way. A blue T-shirt is still a blue T-shirt, no matter which angle I choose to stare at it from. An illness is still something to be healed from, a . . . . .
12 December, 2016 - Life
When a Miracle Happens
I believe many of you have been through times when you expect miracles to happen. I spent countless times imagining and rehearsing my own reaction when a giant prayer-request is being answered. But what actually would you do when a miracle happens right in front of your eyes.
Once in my life, I faced a humongous mountain. I asked God to make a way, to breathe, to make things h . . . . .
